Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

"Good,"

Soon after, nearby patrol officers rushed over to provide support and took the bearded man into the police car.

Then Luke said to Little Black, "Take this bearded man back for a thorough interrogation. This bastard dared to assault a police officer; he must have a record.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so braindead as to turn a minor offense into a serious crime."

"I got it," Little Black nodded and asked back, "Where are you going?"

"Home to sleep."

Little Black "..."

Is this okay?

In fact, Luke was not very interested in their bank-selling behavior. Even if he came across it on the street, he might not necessarily capture them.

The key issue was that these two tried to be clever by impersonating police officers, which made Luke feel uneasy and repulsed.

Compared to selling banks, that was the real problem.

Unfortunately, many people like to be too clever for their own good.

...

The next morning dawned.

Luke arrived at the detective bureau, fully invigorated.

Little Black was sitting at his desk yawning, still holding a coffee cup in his right hand.

Jackson was wiping his desk with a rag.

Luke pulled out a box of Tieguanyin tea, "Guys, I've brought a box of Chinese tea leaves, which also has a refreshing effect. You all might want to try it."

Little Black looked curious, "Chinese tea leaves? Are they tasty?"

Luke countered, "Is black coffee tasty?"

"Let me try a cup," Little Black was still quite open to trying new things, after all, it was Luke's treat, and he didn't have to pay for it.

Luke was not partial; he took a large teapot, brewed a pot of Tieguanyin, poured a cup for everyone, and asked Little Black to help distribute them.

After drinking his tea, the deputy chief raised his eyebrows, "It's the taste I remember."

Jackson nodded, "The taste is quite nice, very refreshing."

Little Black with his wide mouth commented, "Why do I feel like I'm drinking grass?"

"That means it's not for you," Luke laughed. It was fine if he didn't like it; less competition for him.

Always drinking coffee, Luke had grown a bit tired of it. Bringing some tea leaves to the police station and brewing a cup of tea during quiet times was quite delightful.

As for ranking the two stimulants, there was no need to compare; each has its merits, so why not enjoy both alternately?

Luke asked, "How did it go with those two people we captured last night?"

"We interrogated them overnight.

They're in the business of selling their bodies, and that woman Joanna even disguised herself as a police officer, trying to deceive you with this tactic and escape capture.

Moreover, according to Joanna, when she meets with clients, she occasionally encounters some perverts or those unwilling to pay; at those times, she needs someone to ensure her safety.

That's the bearded man you caught.

Your guess was correct; he does have a record." Little Black spoke disdainfully about the tea but came back for another cup and continued,

"He has been involved in organizing prostitution multiple times, and he's currently on bail. This time, committing multiple offenses will not only cost him the bail money, but he'll also end up in prison."

"He got what he deserved," Luke thought of the previous night's capture. If it hadn't been for his improved boxing skills, it would not have been easy to subdue the man.

"Knock knock." There was a knock at the office door.

Jenny led a woman into the office.

The woman's eyes were red as if she had been crying.

Although Luke had never met this woman before, he had seen her file; she was the victim's spouse.

Luke asked Jenny, "Did she identify the body?"

"Yes."

"Have we taken her statement?"

"Not yet."

"Take her to the break room, and do the paperwork with her."

"OK."

Afterward, Jenny led the wife of the deceased Baron Smith into the break room.

Luke and Little Black also went in, and Little Black handed her a cup of tea, "Ma'am, this is Chinese tea, I hope it makes you feel a bit better."

Mrs. Smith sobbed, "Thank you."

Luke got straight to the point, "Mrs. Smith, if it's convenient for you, I'd like to take your statement now."

"Right now, all I want to know is who killed my husband?"

Luke sighed, "The case is still under investigation, and we don't have a clear picture at the moment. We asked you here first to confirm the victim's identity,

and second, to inquire about the circumstances of Mr. Smith's life before his death, which can help the police solve the case."

"When did my husband die?"

"The night before last."

"Where was he killed? How did he die?"

"In the car? Shot by a bullet."

"Oh my god, why did this happen? It's horrifying!

Who killed him? It's so brutal.

I can't accept it!" Mrs. Smith sobbed softly.

Luke handed her a tissue, "Mrs. Smith, your husband was killed the night before last, and we notified you yesterday, why did you only come to identify the body today?"

"I'm a doctor, there was a patient at the Long Beach branch who needed surgery.

I went there the day before yesterday to conduct a thorough examination on the patient, and I was performing surgery yesterday morning. It wasn't until I finished that I noticed the missed calls on my phone.

I still remember… when he dropped me off, I never imagined it would be our last goodbye…

God, why do this to me, why?" Mrs. Smith's face was filled with regret,

"If I hadn't gone to Long Beach the day before yesterday, if I had been home, would my husband still be alive?"

Little Black smirked to himself, thinking that if you hadn't been away, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to cheat.

Luke asked, "Where were you between 9 and 12 o'clock the night before last?"

"I was resting at the Long Milan Hotel in Long Beach City, I had surgery to perform the next morning."

"When was the last time you contacted Mr. Smith?"

"After eight o'clock in the evening, we had a phone conversation, chatted for a bit, and then I went to get ready for bed."

"Did he mention going anywhere that night?"

"No, he said he was planning to watch a movie and then go to sleep." Mrs. Smith countered, "I don't know why he would drive out, is he hiding something from me?"

Luke didn't answer but continued to inquire, "Was there anything valuable in your husband's Mercedes?"

Mrs. Smith thought about it and shook her head, "I don't know. I'm usually busy with work and seldom get involved in household matters; my husband took care of those things.

Now he…"

Mrs. Smith seemed to remember the good times with her husband, and once again couldn't help but burst into tears.

Jenny handed her a tissue and softly offered a few words of comfort.

Once Mrs. Smith had calmed down a bit, Luke continued, "What did your husband do for a living?"

"He was a real estate agent; we first met when he helped me find a house. From strangers to familiar clients, to friends, to lovers, we went through a lot together.

I always thought we could live like this for a lifetime…"

"Did Mr. Smith encounter any difficulties or competitors in his work?"

"He didn't like talking about work at home, he wouldn't talk about his own job and didn't let me talk about hospital matters either.

I'm not very clear about it."

"Did he exhibit any unusual behavior recently?"

"No, he was always a very optimistic person."

Luke took out a photograph of Shirley Yarter, "Do you recognize her?"

Mrs. Smith glanced at it, "No, I don't recognize her. Is she related to my husband's death?"

"She and your husband had some interactions in work."

Luke then took out a photograph of Yovon Yarter, "Do you recognize him?"

Mrs. Smith picked up the photo, "I've never seen him."

"Have you noticed any suspicious people or events recently?"

Mrs. Smith paused for a moment, "Some time ago, I saw a car parked near my house. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it.

But the next day, I saw the same car again, and it felt as if someone in the car was watching my house.

I told my husband about it.

My husband was about to go over and ask them when the car just drove off.

After that, I never saw it again, so I didn't think much of it."

"Do you remember exactly when this was?"

"About a week ago, I think."

Luke noted in his notebook, "Did you get a good look at the driver?"

"No, they never rolled down the window, so I couldn't see clearly."

"What kind of car was it?"

"A white Volvo sedan."

"Do you remember the license plate number?" Luke's eyebrows raised slightly; he remembered that the Yarter family owned a white Volvo.

"Let me think." Mrs. Smith pondered for a moment, then took out her phone and found a photo, "I took a picture at the time, this is the car."

Luke took the phone, zoomed in on the screen, and saw the car's license plate number, 3REB326.

Soon, Luke found the information associated with the license plate number in the police database.

Owner, Yovon Yarter

Gender, Male

Date of Birth, July 4, 1983

Phone number, 626 875 458*

Address, 176 Porter community