Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

"You mean to say, that black old man who just shot at me is the murderer of my husband."

"I wasn't sure before, but now it seems it must be him."

"Why would he kill my husband? And why would he want to kill me? I don't even know him."

Luke pondered for a moment, "Strictly speaking, you and your husband indeed did not offend him, but he had some grudges with your husband's father.

He believes your husband's father caused the death of his sister."

"Oh my God, is he crazy?

My husband's father has been dead for almost forty years. What kind of grudge could last that long?

Damn it, what does this have to do with me?

When my husband's father died, I hadn't even married into the Coffey family yet.

Why would he retaliate against me as well?"

"Because he thinks you and your husband are accomplices in slandering and defaming his sister."

"I'm even more confused now." Mrs. Coffey shook her head, still shaken, "That scene just scared me, I don't want anything like that to happen again. Can you tell me how exactly I've offended him?"

"I can, but before that, I have a small question."

"Ask away."

"Why did the CEO of Coffey Travel Company, Dido Bruns, suddenly go to New York?"

"I don't know either, I've just taken over the Coffey Group and many things haven't been sorted out yet.

But I guess it's probably for work reasons."

"I thought it was to avoid being questioned by the police."

Mrs. Coffey's gaze flickered as she looked down, "I don't understand what you mean."

Luke continued to persuade, "We've caught the murderer of your husband, there's no need to keep things secret."

Mrs. Coffey still didn't react.

Luke went on, "Buddy Corruck's business trip ended prematurely, and when he returned home, he found your husband and his wife having an affair.

However, he didn't burst into the room but rather left it to them and went to the hotel himself."

Mrs. Coffey finally couldn't hold back and cursed, "Damn coward!

He's not even a man.

No wonder his wife fools around."

Luke asked again, "Madam, can you tell me about Dido Bruns?"

Mrs. Coffey took a deep breath, "You're right.

I discovered my husband was having an affair with his secretary and also found out her husband worked at Coffey Travel Company.

So, I asked Dido Bruns, the CEO of Coffey Travel Company, to help, to end Buddy Corruck's business trip early.

My intention was for him to catch his wife and my husband in the act and make a scene.

That way, my husband would break up with the secretary.

And I could get some relief from the anger.

But who knew...

The next day, I heard the news that my husband was killed.

I was terrified, I thought... " Mrs. Coffey rubbed her forehead, "Although I hated his infidelity, I still had feelings for my husband.

I never intended to harm him, not intentionally or indirectly.

Hearing you've caught the real killer, I feel relieved.

Can you tell me why this killer was also after me?

I can't figure out where I offended him."

Luke reminded, "The documentary about the Coffey family."

Mrs. Coffey, being a smart woman who had also seen the script of the documentary, guessed, "My husband's father's black female secretary?"

"That's right, that's the gunman's sister." Luke briefly introduced the gunman's identity and his sister's plight.

Mrs. Coffey sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know the inside story, it was my husband who finalized the script before.

If I had known about that poor woman's experience, I would never have allowed her to be defamed in the script."

Luke didn't respond, as he wouldn't believe she would be so agreeable if they hadn't just been through a shooting.

...

After the chaos at Pingxi Movie Company, Luke returned to the detective bureau.

In the interrogation room of the Robbery and Murder Department.

Luke walked into the interrogation room with a stack of documents, facing the black old man Michael Kamara, who had fired the gun.

Looking at the other, "Mr. Michael Kamara, strictly speaking, this isn't the first time we've met."

The young black officer beside him quipped, "Your acting skills are pretty good, almost fooled us, but unfortunately, your shooting was a bit off."

Michael Kamara looked up at the young officer, "If you hadn't suddenly rushed out, I would have hit her."

Luke caught on and asked, "Why did you shoot Mrs. Coffey?"

"Since you managed to catch me, you should know why, so why waste words."

"I'm a police officer, I can't convict someone based on my speculations or subjective assumptions.

So, it's better if you provide an explanation yourself."

Michael Kamara shook his head, "I have nothing to say to you.

Didn't you all see it?"

His refusal to cooperate was within Luke's expectations, "Regarding the documentary about the Coffey family, what are your thoughts?"

Michael Kamara glared at Luke, but still didn't answer.

Luke said, "If you're willing to cooperate with the investigation, I will also try to persuade Mrs. Coffey not to continue the documentary about the Coffey family."

Michael Kamara asked, "Will she listen to you?"

"I have my ways."

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Luke spread his hands, "What benefit would I get from lying to you?

Even if you don't cooperate with the investigation, people at the launch event saw you fire the gun, and if I'm not mistaken, that gun should be the one that killed Gallian Coffey and his secretary.

At the same time, your fingerprints were left at the crime scene, proving your guilt isn't difficult."

Michael Kamara sighed deeply, "You're right, I also killed Gallian Coffey and his secretary."

"Why did you kill them?"

"You should already know my sister's plight.

I will never forget how she died alone, her cold body.

Forty years have passed, yet the Coffey family still wouldn't leave her alone, still defaming and slandering her.

I can't accept this.

I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that after I die, I won't be able to face her.

She was like a mother to me, if someone insults your mother like that, what would you do?" Michael Kamara sneered, "Like father, like son, when I saw Gallian Coffey fooling around at the secretary's house.

I knew I was right to kill them, they deserved it."

"What's with your illness?"

"Three years ago, I indeed had a cerebral thrombosis, it was very serious at the start.

My wife took care of me patiently, helping me with rehab every day, making me exercise in the yard, not skipping a single day for three years.

Under her care, I could already walk, not very agile, but still able to pull a trigger."

"Was it Jessica who told you about the Coffey family documentary?"

"We just casually mentioned it over dinner, she didn't know I was planning to kill, it was always me coaxing her.

The launch event today was also a result of me deliberately sending her away, everything was orchestrated by me alone."

"What about the Burnett Coffey murder case thirty-nine years ago?"

"It's unrelated to me."

"And the Silver Cross case?"

Michael Kamara frowned slightly, "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Do you know Wang Shaokang?"

Michael Kamara folded his arms, looked down, and said, "I don't know him."

"Are you trying to protect him?"

Michael Kamara raised his head slowly, a determined look in his eyes, "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, I don't know any Wang Shaokang.

I admitted to killing Gallian Coffey and his secretary, isn't that enough?"

Luke continued, "We found your fingerprints at the Silver Cross crime scene."

"So what? Even if my fingerprints were there, it only proves I was there, it doesn't prove I was the killer.

Besides, it happened so long ago, I've long forgotten about it."

Luke gazed at him for a while, then stood up, "OK, we'll leave it here for today."