Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Perhaps this is the helplessness of adulthood, with too many concerns.

Luke said, "We want to believe you, but we still have to take a statement.

It's just routine questioning, it will prove your innocence."

Yovon countered, "After the statement, will you not come again?"

"Yes."

"Fine, then ask, and ask quickly."

"Where were you between 9 pm and 12 am the day before yesterday?"

"I was on a business trip in Boneas City, resting at the Hilton Hotel."

"What do you do for a living, and why the business trip?"

"I am an actor, currently shooting a TV series that required shooting in Boneas City."

Jackson asked, "You're an actor? I don't seem to recall. What TV shows have you done?"

"I'm not a star, just an actor who has taken some minor roles. I've made guest appearances in many TV shows, the earliest include CSI series, Modern Family, The Walking Dead, Bones, and this time I'm shooting the second season of La Brea, a wonderful sci-fi movie.

You can inquire with the crew if you don't believe me, but please don't cause any negative impact on me; getting a role is not easy.

I've already lost...

I don't want to lose my job too."

Luke stared at his expression and asked again, "Do you know the victim?"

"I told you, I don't know him."

Luke saw nothing unusual and continued to ask, "Do you own a pistol?"

"I only have a shotgun."

"A week ago, did you drive a white Volvo near the victim's house?"

"No."

"Has this white Volvo ever been stolen?"

"No."

"Has the car ever been borrowed?"

"No."

Luke again looked inquiringly at Shirley.

Shirley also silently shook her head.

"Then it gets interesting. The car wasn't stolen, and neither you nor your wife admits to driving it to the victim's house." Luke looked at Yovon and then at Shirley. The situation was clear now; one of the spouses was likely lying.

Of course, there was another possibility, that a third person secretly drove the white Volvo to the victim's house.

Luke had some suspicions about this third person's identity, but given their particular circumstances, he wanted to verify further.

Luke asked Shirley, "When was the last time you drove this car?"

"I rarely drive this car, and I haven't driven it recently."

Luke then looked at Yovon, "When was the last time you drove this car?"

"Four days ago.

I went on the business trip with a car from the production team, and I haven't touched this car since I returned."

"That means the last person to drive the car must have been you." After saying this, Luke left the house and walked over to the garage.

At that moment, Jackson and Matthew were tinkering with the dashcam.

Luke walked up next to the driver's seat, looked around, and then sat in the driver's seat, finding the space a bit cramped as his head touched the car roof.

Luke is 185cm tall; if he were to drive this car, he would definitely need to move the seat back.

Luke looked at Yovon, "How tall are you?"

"Around 185cm."

The two of them were about the same height; if Yovon were to drive the car, he would also need to adjust the seat. In other words, during the time Yovon was away, someone else must have used the car.

Luke instructed Jackson nearby, "Check the fingerprints on the steering wheel, see who else besides this couple has touched this car."

"Roger that."

Just then, Matthew called out, "Deputy Captain Luke, we've found something here."

"What's happening?"

Matthew said, "We checked the dashcam footage from the night before yesterday and found that during the time of the incident, someone had driven the car from here all the way to Kabool Mountain.

The person driving this car likely went to the crime scene."

The situation was very clear now. Both spouses were not at home the night before yesterday and neither had driven the car, leaving only one person qualified to drive it.

Their son, Terry.

Luke sternly said, "Both of you, I would like to talk to your son."

Yovon panicked, "This has nothing to do with my son; he's just a minor and doesn't have a driver's license."

Shirley also hurriedly said, "This has nothing to do with Terry. The killer not only murdered Baron but also assaulted me."

Yovon looked surprised, "You were assaulted by the killer?"

Shirley showed a look of humiliation, "Yes."

Yovon expressed disgust, "Oh my God, your life is really messy."

Shirley paused, hurt by her husband's tone rather than receiving the concern she had expected.

Luke said, "You are right, I also don't believe this has anything to do with him.

But the clues all point towards him.

Have him come out, take a statement, to prove his innocence."

Yovon shook his head, "No, I don't agree."

Shirley also said, "You must be mistaken."

At that moment, the door opened, and Terry stood in the doorway, "What do you want to say to me? Go on."

Yovon sighed softly, showing a complex expression.

Shirley lowered her head, unable to look directly at her own son.

At Luke's suggestion, the group returned to the living room once more.

Ironically, the dining table was still set with dishes, the image of a family of three having breakfast there just vivid.

A seemingly warm and loving family, shattered overnight.