Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

After that, I heard someone knocking on the car window. When I turned my head, I saw someone pointing a gun at us..."

Margret started sobbing quietly, shaking her head, "It was terrifying."

Luke pressed, "What were you doing in the car at the time? Didn't you see or hear the suspect approaching beforehand?"

"We were chatting, deeply engrossed in conversation."

"Talking?"

"Yes."

Luke asked, "When we found the victim, he was only wearing socks. Did the suspect undress him?"

"No."

"Then why was he not dressed?

We need to confirm some details of the case; every detail could be key to solving it. I hope you won't conceal anything."

Margret looked down, "He undressed himself... We were... at that time, having sex in the car."

"Can you describe the suspect's features?"

"He was wearing a black mask, dressed in a black T-shirt. I only glimpsed him once before he told us to close our eyes, threatening to shoot us if we dared look. I don't know what he looked like."

"What about his voice?"

"It was somewhat hoarse, unlike a human voice."

"What kind of handgun was it?"

"A black handgun. I don't know what type."

"Was it a revolver?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Certain."

Luke noted this in his notebook; it differed from previous cases.

"What did the suspect do after that?"

"He threw us plastic handcuffs and made me tie up Gil's hands and feet; then, he made Gil tie my hands.

After that...

He ordered me to get out of the car, walk to the front, and lie on the car...

I was assaulted.

At that moment, Gil just sat in the car and watched, my God, I can't bear to imagine that scene.

He's a pervert, a murderer, he deserves to die!"

Based on the current testimony, the crime process was largely the same. "How did Gil die?"

"He was shot." Margret broke into tears, "After we finished playing poker, he told me to get back in the car, and then he suddenly shot Gil. I was sitting in the car at that moment, terrified.

I thought... that he would kill me too.

But he didn't; he said he wanted a cigarette and told me to stay in the car and not come out. If I dared, he would kill me too."

Margret wiped her eyes with a tissue, her face showing a hint of resolve, "I didn't dare get out, nor did I dare open my eyes. I just sat in the car and cried softly; I felt so helpless.

I could hear noises; it sounded like he was searching for something. Then, he closed the car door and left.

I waited, just waited, thinking he would assault me again.

But I waited a full hour without him returning.

After that, I mustered my courage, opened my eyes, and seeing no sign of him outside the car, I got out and ran.

I didn't have a phone, so I just kept running.

I ran a long way before I managed to stop a car and called the police.

Please, you must catch the murderer!"

Luke pondered for a moment, "What time did the suspect commit the crime?"

"He appeared around ten o'clock, I think. I don't know when he left because I couldn't check the time anymore."

"Can you recall any other features of the suspect?"

"No, I was terrified, thinking I was going to die. I didn't think about much else."

Luke pulled out photos of people involved in the previous two cases for Margret to identify, but she did not recognize any of them.

"How long have you been seeing Gil Bruce?"

"About a month."

"How was your relationship with him?"

"Stable, he was good to me, and I liked him a lot. He was a good man, a worthwhile companion, really amazing.

I miss him deeply, wishing he could still be by my side."

"Did you notice anything unusual or anyone suspicious before the incident?"

"Um... I don't know if it counts, but Gil said we might be being followed."

"Followed by whom, and why didn't you call the police?"

"William Kam. He went to the same school as us, he had pursued me before, but I rejected him.

I chose Gil.

William was unhappy and even confronted Gil, but ended up getting a lesson from him.

Afterwards, William came to me, badmouthing Gil, advising me not to be with him.

Gil was very magnanimous, didn't take him seriously at all."

Luke concluded, "So, William was Gil's romantic rival."

"You could say that."

"Did you see William yesterday?"

"Uh, yes, I saw his car too; he did follow us for a while, but Gil lost him quickly. We didn't take it seriously.

Besides, Gil seemed even more excited.

He felt that being with me was the best lesson for William.

Although I don't want to speak ill of William, I'm sure he would be furious to see me with Gil."

"How well do you know William?"

"Fairly well."

"Do you think William could be the murderer?"

"I don't know, I was so scared, I didn't dare look at the murderer. Even if he were standing in front of me, it would be hard to recognize him.

I'm just so useless." Margret cried again.

Her mother comforted her softly, while her father's eyes were red, his fists clenched tightly.

Luke asked, "Do you know where William's family lives?"

...

The Westin Pizza Shop.

A Ford Explorer was parked in front of the pizza shop.