The black man was so scared that his hands trembled, and the crowbar clattered to the ground. He turned around nervously and awkwardly. "No, it's fine."
When he saw the badges hanging in front of their chests, he became even more nervous. "Ah, I need to pee. Talk to you later." Then he ran away.
Luke and Selina didn't bother to catch him.
There were a lot of petty thieves in Los Angeles. If it weren't for the fact that he could earn ten experience and credit points by saying a few words, Luke wouldn't have bothered.
After scaring off the idiotic thief who hadn't stolen anything and had instead lost a crowbar, Luke was about to leave.
But his Sharp Nose was still much sharper than an ordinary person's, and he suddenly noticed something interesting.
Looking at the car, he suddenly asked Selina, "Does the file say Jameson's license plate?"
Selina took out the file and searched. "Yes, it's this license plate."
Luke took out Jameson's card from his pocket and called the number on it. "Mr. Jameson? We happened to see someone breaking into your car when we were outside just now. "
Less than two minutes later, Jameson came out furiously. "Damn it, what's going on with Los Angeles? Has hell descended on the human world? "
He didn't flip out when he saw Luke and Selina.
He wasn't an idiot. A detective in the Major Crimes Division wasn't a high-ranking officer, but he was much more powerful than an ordinary officer.
Also, the Major Crimes Division actually didn't have to deal with burglaries.
Luke simply nodded. "Mr. Jameson, is this your car?"
Jameson took out an electronic key and pressed the unlock button. The car immediately beeped twice.
Luke said, "Can you open the trunk? It seems that the thief was trying to break into it. "
Jameson found it odd, but did as he was told.
After the trunk was opened, Luke looked at what was inside and said mockingly, "Mr. Jameson, this seems to be a brown paper bag provided by the hotel's entertainment center? Look at how thick it is. Is this the cash you lost? "
Jameson was in disbelief. He grabbed the brown paper bag and dumped the contents into the trunk.
Two stacks of cash slid out.
Luke believed that, as long as a few of the bills hadn't been taken from the stack, the twenty thousand dollars had to be the real deal.
Looking at Jameson, who was checking the cash with a shocked expression on his face, Luke said with a smile, "Mr. Jameson, it seems that you can call off the report now, right?"
Jameson was vexed. "But I was really beaten up and robbed. How do I know he's going to throw it in my trunk? "
At this point, he suddenly understood. "That's not right. He covered my head so I wouldn't see him throw the money in the trunk? Or is he afraid that I will see his face? He just wants to take revenge on me! "
Luke and Selina agreed with this speculation.
Unless Mr. Jameson had too much to eat, or was drunk, and called the police on his own, this was most likely a petty revenge, not a robbery.
He didn't even take away the 20,000 yuan in front of him. It was possible that it was a personal grudge.
Since Jameson wasn't injured after being beaten up, it probably wasn't a big grudge, and was purely to disgust the guy.
Even if they found the culprit, it would be very difficult to convict him. After all, Jameson hadn't lost any money, and they couldn't find any injuries.
Luke and Selina didn't waste any time, and simply reminded Jameson to drive the car into the hotel.
God knew what this rich man was thinking. He didn't park the car in the hotel parking lot, and even took the cash to drive. He deserved to be punished.
However, Luke speculated that the guy was probably going to use the cash to show off.
Apart from criminals, Americans didn't have the habit of accepting large sums of cash in their daily work.
Also, some places weren't suitable for credit cards, which would leave a record of the purchases. The service staff in certain industries liked to accept cash.
Labeling Jameson a playboy in his heart, Luke and Selina set off.
Selina chuckled. "This guy's family runs a newspaper company. Although it's in New York, the department doesn't want to be criticized by the New York newspapers for poor law and order, so they gave us the case. Speaking of which, we've cracked the case in half a day, right? "
Luke was amused. "Is that necessary? The New York newspapers can say whatever they want, but which bigshot cares so much about his reputation? "
Selina pointed at him. "Watch your mouth!"
Luke: "Huh?"
"Because this bigshot is Director Brad, our boss's boss's boss," said Selina.
Looking at Luke's awkward expression, she burst out laughing.
After laughing enough, she explained, "Elsa has an exclusive. Director Brad was forced out of New York before he came to Los Angeles. When he left New York, he swore that he would return there one day. "
Luke smiled bitterly. Did this count as a man fighting for his dignity or a Buddha fighting for his incense?
Looking at his face, Selina added, "Also, I reckon that the big boss probably wanted them to beg him to go back."
Life was full of ups and downs. Don't bully the poor in New York? The thought immediately popped into Luke's head, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Director Brad wasn't a young man, nor had he ever been poor. He was one of the bigshots in LAPD.
His position as the chief of LAPD was, at most, a minor low point in his life.
Putting aside their discussion about the bigshot's life experience, they drove back to the police department.
Luke didn't tell Selina that he actually knew who dealt with Jameson.
The scent of a certain unreliable "best hitman" was on the bag of money.
Based on Luke's experience with that guy, he really was capable of something like that.
Not for the money, but for his own happiness.
He just didn't know how Jameson had pissed off that "best hitman."
But that person's bottom line was that he didn't cut Jameson into pieces. Perhaps it was because this personal grudge wasn't too serious?
After returning to the police department, Luke examined the bodies and evidence from the two bank robberies and murders.
Putting aside the guy who had been smashed in the back of his head, he noticed something about the robber who had been hanged with a rope.
Looking at the knot that had been used to hang the guy, Luke rubbed his chin. "This technique looks familiar."
In fact, it wasn't just that it looked familiar.
The knot was very similar to that of Todd Weiss, the assistant director, writer, and scriptwriter.
Luke could even imagine how the knot had flown through the air and wrapped itself around the robber's neck before it hung him up.
Todd Weiss had long since flown under the tires of the big truck, dead cold.
Naturally, this case couldn't have been committed by a dead person. It could only have been done by someone who was good at roping.
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