Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Christopher Community No. 203.

A black car was parked by the roadside. David sat in the driver's seat and didn't get out immediately. Instead, he said to Luke, "Jones isn't a bad person; he shouldn't be treated like this."

Luke said, "Many detectives can't take proper care of their families due to work reasons, this is not an isolated case."

David shrugged, "Maybe, that's why I don't want to get married again."

Luke laughed, "Don't be so negative. I heard the deputy team has a new significant other."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I wouldn't dare joke about the deputy team."

David shook his head and chuckled, "I don't want to attend his wedding again.

He's not a good role model."

Luke said, "Everything has multiple aspects. Why don't we learn from his optimistic side?"

"Optimistic, you're right. Since it's happened, we'll just solve it." David finished speaking and got out of the police car.

Luke picked the lock and entered Jones's new place.

The room had simple furniture, with an open suitcase in the corner. There weren't many items, and it seemed more like a dormitory or a temporary sleeping place than a home.

David shook his head, "This poor guy has his life in a mess.

There's nothing here apart from clothes, a bed, toiletries, and alcohol, no other personal belongings."

Luke walked around the place but didn't find any valuable clues. From his experience, it didn't seem like the primary crime scene.

However, the necessary checks still needed to be done, and the tech team also arrived at Jones's house for a routine investigation.

Luke walked out of the house, scanning the surroundings. He saw a white man in his sixties across the street, peeping from the east neighbor's house.

"Good afternoon, sir."

The elderly white man asked Luke, "I heard a policeman moved in a few days ago, and now so many cops are here. Are you planning to throw a party?"

"No, the previous officer... was murdered.

We're here to investigate."

"My God, just moved in and... how unfortunate, I hadn't even had a drink with him yet."

"Yes, Jones was a good officer, and we all miss him."

"Was his name Jones?"

"Yes."

"How did he die?"

"The case is still under investigation..." Luke responded and then asked, "Sir, may I have your name?"

"Rade Wadez."

"Mr. Wadez, did you hear or see anything unusual last night?"

"Last night?"

"Yes."

Rade Wadez thought for a moment, "Yes, now that you mention it, I remember. Around nine o'clock last night, I heard a commotion.

When I came out, I saw Jones arguing with a white man at his door. Jones looked really angry and then drove that man away."

"Mr. Wadez, the clue you provided is very important. Could you describe the man's appearance in detail?"

"Sorry, it was a bit dark and distant at the time, so I couldn't see clearly.

However, he left on a black motorcycle, seemed to be wearing a blue helmet."

"Do you remember the license plate number?"

"I couldn't see clearly."

"Do you know what brand the motorcycle was?"

"Didn't catch that, but the bike was cool. If I saw it again, I should recognize it."

"What time did the man on the motorcycle leave? Which direction did he go?"

"A little after nine, went east of the community."

"Thanks again." With this lead, Luke immediately sent someone to investigate the community's surveillance.

Soon, the police found the suspect on the motorcycle in the surveillance footage and asked Rade Wadez to identify him.

After getting confirmation from Rade Wadez, the police used technology to enhance the surveillance video, found the motorcycle's clear license plate number, and traced back to the owner's information through the plate number.

Owner: Larry McCain

License plate: 17k0947

Gender: Male

Height: 182cm

Weight: 150 pounds

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

Date of Birth: March 16, 2001

Criminal record: Theft, assault

Affiliated gang: Carlos Mont

Address: Levico Community No. 232

Upon seeing this information, David frowned slightly and snorted, "Carlos Mont, I know this gang. It's a newly established small gang with only about a few dozen members, operating in the Mattie District."

Luke pressed further, "Why do you remember such a small gang so clearly?"

"A while ago, Jones had someone investigate this gang."

Luke said, "Why did Jones investigate this gang?"

"He didn't say why... Now it seems, his death is likely related to this gang." David's face showed a hint of ruthlessness, "If Jones's death is really related to this gang, then this gang doesn't need to exist."

Although David's words were a bit bold, a small gang of a few dozen is really not worth much. As long as the Los Angeles police department has the determination and motivation, it can be wiped out easily.

Luke said, "Now that we've found this guy, we might as well talk to him. If it's confirmed that this gang is related to Jones's death, we'll then gather police forces."

"You're right, since this guy is a gang member, let's hand it over to our anti-gang and anti-drug unit.

Those guys have been itching for action, it's time to let them blow off some steam."

...

9 PM.

232 Leveco Community.

A black SUV parked by the roadside, and Blackie leaned out from the passenger seat, seeing David with his team getting out of the car, he turned his head and asked, "Captain, why hand over the arrest operation to the Anti-Gang and Drug Unit?"

"The suspect is a gang member. It's more suitable to let them handle it." Luke also intended to give David an opportunity to earn merit.

Blackie shook his head, "I don't think this group will do a better job than us."

Jackson also looked out the window, "David's men have started moving. Wait, they're all wearing bulletproof vests and holding shotguns, shouldn't they question first?"

Blackie laughed, "Don't be silly, how could these brutes know how to question?"

As they talked, the Anti-Gang and Drug Unit was already in the yard, with fully armed detectives at the front, back doors, and in the yard.

"Bang!" David kicked the door open, "LAPD!"

"Don't move!"

"Damn bastard, put your hands up and get on your knees!"

"Hands over your head!"

Shouts rang out.

Luke also got out of the car with his team, guarding around the yard.

At this time, a white young man was kneeling in the living room of the house, his hands over his head, showing a nervous expression on his face.

David walked up to him and asked, "What's your name?"

"Larry McCain."

"How many people are in the house?"

"It's just me?"

"Do you know why we're looking for you?"

"I don't know." Larry McCain shook his head, regaining some composure, "Why did you break into my house, do you have a search warrant?"

"Fuck! You killed a cop, and you're talking to me about a search warrant?

Believe it or not, I'll shoot you right now." David took the gun, pressing the gun handle against Larry McCain, "Take it."

"No, please don't kill me." Larry McCain backed up in fear.

David patted his cheeks, "OK, let's have a good talk. Why did you kill Jones?"

"I didn't kill Jones, you got it wrong."

"If it wasn't you.

Then tell me, who killed Jones?"

"I don't know, how can I tell you."

"As far as I know, you were the last person to see Jones, and you two had a conflict.

A while back, he was investigating your gang, so you held a grudge and killed him."

"No, I didn't, and I wouldn't kill him." Larry McCain took a deep breath and said, "I did see Jones last night, but I didn't kill him.

I wanted to have a good relationship with him."

"Are you messing with me?"

"I wouldn't dare, everything I say is true."

David stared at him intently, "Kid, if you dare to lie, dare to slander Jones, you're dead."

"I won't, I went to him for something unrelated to the gang.

Actually... I'm dating his daughter."

"Mia Oliver?"

"Yes, I'm her boyfriend."

"Bullshit, there's no way Jones would let his daughter date a thug."

"You're right, he always opposed us being together, so I took the initiative to find him, hoping to ease the relationship.

But unexpectedly, things got worse, and he even kicked me out of the house."

"How did you know Jones lived here?"

"Mia told me."

"How did you plan to ease the relationship with him?"

"I know some friends who run pawnshops.

A few days ago, someone inquired about a watch stolen from a big shot and asked if I could help find out more.

I saw a photo of the watch and felt it looked familiar.

Because of Mia, I had met Jones before, although the process wasn't pleasant, I had seen him wearing that limited edition watch, it's not common.

So, I guessed maybe he lost it.

I found out where the watch was, so I went to him.

My original intention was to have a good relationship with him, but when I brought it up, he got very upset, angry, and kicked me out.

I was also angry, but considering he's Mia's father...

I held back, got on my motorcycle, and left his house.

I didn't have a conflict with him, nor did I kill him.

I swear to God!"

Luke had been watching him, seeing no signs of lying, he asked, "Are you sure Jones lost his watch?"

"I wasn't sure at first, but when I mentioned it, he seemed very agitated, like it struck a nerve.

So I was sure, it should be his."

David came over, whispering, "Jones did have a limited edition Rolex, a gift from his wife, no, ex-wife.

He always treasured it.

However, I can't figure out who the hell would dare to steal his watch?"

Luke nodded, "Where's the watch?"

"Larsen Pawnshop."