Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Three days later.

Otway Film Company.

Early in the morning, the staff arrived earlier than usual to prepare for the documentary opening ceremony.

A temporary podium was set up downstairs at the film company, covered with a red carpet and adorned with bouquets, with a poster of the Coffey Group standing nearby.

Otway Stone, dressed in a black suit, strode up to the podium, scrutinizing everything around him with a critical eye.

"Where did this red carpet come from, why does it look so old?"

"The color of these flowers is too monotonous, get a few more bouquets with different colors."

"Where is the microphone? Where is it? Has a sound check been done?"

Otway Stone pointed to a distance, "Make sure all procedures are ready. Once Mrs. Grace Coffey arrives, the opening ceremony starts immediately. Have the journalists come?"

"Where is Jessica? Why don't I see her?"

"What? She took a day off today."

Fuck! Does she still want to work here?

Tell her never to come back."

A white man in his thirties rushed over, "Director, Mrs. Coffey has arrived."

Otway Stone clapped his hands, "Everyone, perk up and do one last check over.

Let the guests and journalists attending the ceremony enter the venue.

I will go welcome Mrs. Coffey."

Otway Stone walked toward the entrance, but only got halfway when he saw the crowd ushering in a stylishly dressed white lady.

Otway Stone hurried to meet her, smiling, "Mrs. Coffey, I'm so glad you could attend today's opening ceremony."

"Of course I had to come to the opening ceremony of the Coffey Family documentary." Mrs. Coffey glanced around, "When will the ceremony start?"

"It's almost ready, let me take you to the lounge for a while."

"No need, please prepare quickly.

My schedule is tight today, I still have to attend the Coffey Group's board meeting shortly."

"I'll go urge them." Otway Stone said and hurried away, his shouting reverberating in the courtyard again.

A few minutes later, journalists and guests for the ceremony entered the venue, and the opening ceremony officially began.

Otway Stone took the stage and said into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the opening ceremony of the Coffey Family documentary.

This is an exciting and memorable moment, this will be a great documentary with a chance to compete for the Oscars..."

After using exaggerated language to set the scene, he pointed to Mrs. Coffey in the audience, "Now let's welcome Ms. Grace Coffey of the Coffey Group to the stage."

Otway Stone personally walked to the side of the podium and invited Mrs. Coffey to the stage.

Mrs. Coffey took the microphone with a faint smile, "Thank you, Director Otway Stone.

And thank you all for attending the Coffey Family documentary's opening ceremony. On behalf of the Coffey family, I thank you all." Mrs. Coffey showed a touch of sadness, her eyes reddening, "I think everyone has heard about my husband's matter.

I am very sad, I miss him so much...

The reason I asked Director Otway Stone to personally shoot this documentary is to commemorate my husband..."

Mrs. Coffey's touching speech captured the attention of the guests below the stage.

At this time, in the western corner below the stage, there was an elderly African American man in a wheelchair, his left hand somewhat unnaturally curled, using his right hand to control the electric wheelchair slowly approaching the stage.

Perhaps out of sympathy, people around made way for him.

When the wheelchair reached the front row of the stage, the elderly African American stood up and pulled a black handgun from his waist, aiming at Mrs. Coffey on stage and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The gunshot plunged the whole ceremony into chaos.

"Ah..."

"There's a gunman!"

"Protect Mrs. Coffey."

"Help me."

"Get down!"

"LAPD!"

At the instant the elderly African American stood to shoot, a young black man rushed from behind, grabbing his arm and lifting it upwards.

The bullet whizzed past the top of Mrs. Coffey's head, causing her to scream and crouch on the floor, trembling.

The elderly African American was subdued by officers surrounding him.

"LAPD, don't move."

"You're under arrest!"

Afterward, Luke stepped onto the stage, picking up the microphone from the floor, "Ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic, we have already apprehended the gunman, you are all safe now.

Everyone, please stay calm, either remain where you are or leave in an orderly fashion.

The more you panic, the more likely you are to get hurt.

I'll repeat, we have apprehended the gunman, it's safe here now."

Luke's reassurance took effect as the panicking crowd stopped in their tracks, turning toward the stage one after another. Several journalists quickly recognized Luke, knowing he was a famous detective in Los Angeles. Not only did they stop fleeing, but instead directed their cameras and photography equipment at him for a shot.

More officers arrived at the scene, and the situation was completely under control while the elderly African American was taken into a police car.

Luke approached Mrs. Coffey, "Ma'am, I hope the gunshot didn't frighten you."

"Oh my, although I hate to admit it, I was indeed startled, but in retrospect it's rather thrilling.

Thank you, Captain Lee, you saved me." Mrs. Coffey looked grateful.

Luke replied, "I will convey your thanks."

Mrs. Coffey questioned, "Captain Lee, why were you here? Did you know someone wanted to kill me?"

"No, while investigating your husband's murder, we identified a suspect.

I suspected he might disrupt this opening ceremony, but I didn't expect you were his target." Even if Luke anticipated it, he wouldn't admit it.