If it couldn't be done, it wouldn't matter what he said. Elsa and Luke both added in their hearts.
After chatting for a while, Luke and Selina continued their investigation, and Elsa returned to the police department.
But she still gave Luke a little help. "Elizabeth, Billy, and Simmons. If you need help, you can ask them directly."
Luke naturally thanked her.
This was all the manpower in Elsa's hands, there was no need to say anything about the support.
The three of them parted ways.
Luke and Selina went to the second crime scene.
Another bank robbery. Another murder. Another robber escaped to a passageway and died. Similarly, the loot disappeared without a trace.
What was even weirder was that the surveillance cameras didn't capture how the robber died when he escaped.
Reading the simple autopsy report, Luke took out a chocolate lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He said vaguely, "Apart from the guy's death from a heavy blow to the back of his head, the two cases are quite similar."
Selina nodded. "That's right. So, leave it to us."
This time, Luke also walked around the area, before he and Selina left for the scene of the third case, which was a five-star hotel called Colmore.
The so-called crime scene was on the side of a road. Luke looked at it and nodded. "At the very least, this case has nothing to do with the other two."
Selina rolled her eyes. "There's a gambling hall here. The robber was a guy who won money."
Luke waved his hand, indicating that they could go in, and said, "So, what kind of weirdo would choose to go out with cash? Does he think that there are too few robberies in Los Angeles? "
Selina thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Maybe he's rich and capricious, and doesn't care about that?"
Luke smacked his lips and felt that there was nothing wrong with that.
Standing in the hotel's gambling hall, Luke and Selina attracted a security guard the moment they put on their badges. "Detectives, how can I help you?"
Luke said, "A Mr. Jameson reported that he was robbed of 20,000 dollars yesterday. We're here for him."
The security guard sighed helplessly. "Please wait a moment." As he spoke, he walked into the hall and spoke to a middle-aged white man who was making a big fuss over a card table. He then pointed at Luke and Selina.
The middle-aged white man grumbled in dissatisfaction, but still got up and walked over.
His eyes lit up when he saw Selina. He extended his hand and said, "Ah, hello, Detective. May I know your name? How about having dinner after work? This is my business card. "
Selina calmly picked up the cake in her hand and took a bite. "Sorry, I'm not hungry yet."
Jameson: "…"
Luke was the only one who stepped forward with a calm expression and snatched the card from him. "Mr. Jameson, you were the one who reported that a sum of money was robbed yesterday, right?"
Jameson nodded angrily, not minding that Luke hadn't introduced himself. "That's right, you're really inefficient. If this was New York, I would have already complained to your director. "
Luke's expression didn't change as he maintained his indifferent smile. "Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"
Jameson was impatient, but he wasn't someone who didn't care about money at all. He quickly told Luke about the robbery yesterday.
After listening, Luke nodded, deep in thought. "So, you went out with 20,000 dollars in cash on the spur of the moment, but before you could even get into your car, someone covered you in a black cloth bag, beat you up, and then robbed you of your money?"
Jameson nodded.
Luke looked at his face. "But you were able to continue enjoying yourself here today. So, how did the robbers attack you?"
Jameson glared at Luke angrily. Looking at that calm and handsome face, he suddenly felt a little awkward. It seemed that he had lost in terms of handsomeness! What should he do?
He averted his gaze and said impatiently, "They kicked me."
Luke was still very patient. "Which parts of your body were you kicked?"
He wasn't deliberately making things difficult for Jameson with this question.
In fact, if most robbers didn't have a weapon and simply used their fists and feet to attack the victim, they wouldn't hold back, and beating the victim up would be considered getting off lightly.
If the robber was armed with a gun or a knife, it would either result in serious injury (murder) or the victim obediently handing over the money to avoid disaster.
In most robberies in the United States, both parties had a "tacit understanding" because it was almost commonplace.
In Los Angeles, people who hadn't been robbed were as rare as people who hadn't been stolen.
Many robbers were like office workers who appeared on the chaotic streets every night.
When they ran into ordinary people who were alone, they would take out their "tools" to stop the other party and make the ordinary person give them cash, watches, and phones for "safekeeping."
Ordinary people in Los Angeles didn't carry a lot of cash in their wallets, and it was normal for them to carry thirty to fifty dollars.
Of course, it wasn't wise to carry no cash at all.
When an ordinary person ran into an armed robber, it would be more cost-effective to let the robber "take" twenty dollars.
It was better than letting the robber get nothing and then angrily attack them.
Therefore, many people carried small change with them in order to deal with the "toll" that might appear.
The robber who had robbed Jameson had been wearing a black mask, and it seemed that he had come prepared.
Jameson's face wasn't injured at all, and he was in a good state of mind. It was a little strange that he could still shout and joke around.
After a brief hesitation, Jameson said in a low voice, "He kicked my butt a few times."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Did you get it checked out? How badly are you injured? "
Jameson coughed awkwardly. "The hotel security took a look. It's fine."
Luke hummed and didn't ask any more questions.
Clearly, those kicks couldn't even be considered flesh wounds, and Jameson had only been in pain for a moment.
Nodding, Luke said, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation. We'll let you know if there are any developments in the case. "
Jameson was surprised. "Huh? That's it? "
Luke replied with a polite and calm smile. "You have to give us time to investigate, right? After all, Los Angeles is a big place, and it's not as safe as New York. "
Jameson was lost for words.
He was used to putting on airs in New York, and only now realized that he couldn't do it here.
After all, his usual methods didn't work in Los Angeles.
Luke and Selina left the house again. Before they got into the car, they saw a black man sneaking open the trunk of a car not far away.
Luke and Selina looked at each other and walked over helplessly.
When they were two meters behind the black man, Luke said, "Sir, did you lose your car keys? Do you need me to make a call and get the police to open them for you? "
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