Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Saint Mary Hospital, Room 305.

This is a single-bed room with a woman lying on the bed, her gaze somewhat dazed, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Knock knock..." A knocking sound came from outside the ward.

"Creak..." The door opened from the outside, and Luke and Jackson entered the room.

The woman shivered slightly, looking a bit fearful towards the doorway, "Who are you?"

Jackson showed his badge, "Ms. Rebecca Mosel, there's no need to be nervous.

I'm Detective Jackson Beach from the Robbery and Murder Department, and this is Captain Lee from our team.

We will now be investigating your case."

Rebecca Mosel slowly relaxed and asked in a hopeful voice, "Have you found the suspect?"

Luke shook his head, "We just took over the case. We need to understand the situation before we can find the suspect."

Rebecca Mosel wiped away her tears, "Why did this happen? I clearly installed a security system, yet someone broke into my house...

They didn't react at all.

I'm going to sue their company, they're all liars."

Luke didn't explain why the suspect bypassed the security system to break into her house. It wasn't his responsibility and might make Rebecca Mosel feel he was involved with the security company, reducing her trust in him.

"Ms. Mosel, when did the suspect break into your house?"

Rebecca Mosel thought for a moment and replied, "I'm not sure about the exact time. I was already asleep at that time; it should have been early this morning."

"What time did the suspect leave?"

"I don't know; it felt like a very, very long time...

The longest time I've ever experienced."

"How many suspects were there?"

"One."

"Male or female?"

"Male."

"Can you describe the process of the crime?"

Rebecca Mosel shook her head, choking up, "I don't want to recall it, I really don't..."

Jackson persuaded, "Ms. Mosel, I understand your feelings, but you are the experiencer of the case, and your description is very important for solving the case.

Only if you provide enough clues about the suspect can we quickly catch him."

Rebecca Mosel was silent for a while, closing her eyes slowly, "I was sleeping in bed and vaguely heard a sound outside the window. When I opened my eyes, I saw someone standing by the bed.

I was terrified and didn't even have time to make a sound before he rushed over, covering my mouth with one hand and pressing a gun to my head with the other.

He threatened that if I made a sound, he'd shoot me."

Rebecca Mosel said with a sobbing tone, "I had just woken up, and such a thing suddenly happened, it completely scared me.

I didn't dare to resist, I could only do as he demanded.

He tied up my hands and feet and... assaulted me..."

"Did he use a condom?"

Rebecca Mosel looked pained and her voice trembled, "I feel like he didn't."

"What did he do afterward?"

"He forced me to give him the combination to the safe and stole its contents."

"What valuable items were in your safe?"

"Several thousand US dollars in cash, a handgun, and some jewelry."

"Can you describe the suspect's features?"

"He was wearing a mask, I couldn't see his face, but he appeared to be a black man...

He also whispered in my ear, 'Ma'am, don't blame me, someone paid me to take revenge on you.

If you must blame someone, blame whoever you offended.'

Luke pressed, "What did he mean by saying that?"

"I don't know."

"Have you offended anyone recently?"

"No, I'm not the troublemaking type."

"Listen, if someone really wants revenge on you, then it's likely someone you know or have had interactions with. I need you to think carefully about whether anyone has threatened you or made you feel uneasy."

Rebecca Mosel covered her cheeks with her hands and, after a moment of silence, said, "I remember now.

I have a fan who's been crazy about me. He started writing to me about half a year ago. At first, the letters were normal, but later the content got more and more explicit."

Luke asked, "For example?"

"In his letters, he'd say he thinks of me every night, wants to sleep holding me, feel my body warmth, touch every inch of my skin..." Rebecca Mosel was at a loss for words, helplessly saying, "I felt he's a pervert, which scared me a bit."

"What's his name?"

"He calls himself Brett."

Luke jotted this down and asked, "Have you met him?"

"No."

"How did he send letters to you?"

"Sometimes he'd place the envelope in the mailbox at the gate, other times he'd throw the letters into the yard. I lost count of how many letters he wrote; he's so obsessed that it scared me."

"Did you report this to the police?"

"No, I've never seen him, and he hasn't directly harmed me; many Hollywood stars have encountered similar situations, so I didn't pay much mind."

"When was the last time he wrote to you?"

Rebecca Mosel thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't know.

Whenever his letters arrived, I'd have my maid deal with them.

If you want to know, you can ask her."

Luke changed the subject, "I heard you held a party at your house a couple of days ago?"

"Yes, I got a new TV show role, and I wanted to invite my friends to celebrate."

"Can you give me the guest list?"

Rebecca Mosel slightly frowned, "Do you suspect... someone from the party wants to get back at me?"

"Your house has a security system. To bypass it, it would likely be someone familiar with your home.

So I suspect that either the perpetrator or an accomplice had been to your house."

"Oh my God, this is terrifying.

I invited them as guests, and now they..."

"Was there anyone among the guests with whom you had a conflict or business disagreement?"

Rebecca Mosel held her head, thought for a moment, then replied, "Yes, there is such a person."

"What's their name?"

"She's also an actress, Kayla Aiheti."

"What's the conflict between you two?"

"Strictly speaking, it's related to the new role I got.

There's a new show called 'California Girl' being prepared, and Kayla Aiheti and I were competing for the same role.

Kayla Aiheti's image didn't quite fit the role, and the director wasn't too impressed with her acting.

So in the end, I got the role.

I invited her to the party, hoping to smooth things over, but she had a sullen look all through it and left before it ended.

It was somewhat unpleasant."

"Do you think she'd want revenge on you?"

"I don't know, but I can't think of anyone else I had conflicts with."

"Do you have her contact information and address?"

"Yes."

...

Robbery and Murder Department, First Squad Office.

When Luke returned to the office, he gathered everyone for a meeting.

Luke began by saying, "We visited Rebecca Mosel at the hospital, and the forensic doctor examined her. She had tears below, clearly indicating an assault, and the forensic doctor extracted the suspect's DNA from her body."

Jenny shrugged, "I can understand the suspect assaulting a female celebrity, but why didn't he use a condom, leaving such crucial evidence behind?"

The deputy captain said, "It's like a dog that likes to mark its territory by peeing everywhere. It's a damnable sense of possession, and using a condom doesn't satisfy their perverse psychology."

Blackie agreed, "The deputy captain makes a good point. If it was just about needing a woman, he could pick up a woman at a bar or find a streetwalker; the fact that he assaulted the victim indicates he has a certain perverse psychology."

Luke asked, "Deputy captain, was there any new discovery at Rebecca Mosel's house?"

The deputy captain said, "We reviewed the surveillance from Rebecca Mosel's home and her community, currently screening suspicious vehicles and personnel.

Also, based on the clues you provided, we questioned Rebecca Mosel's maid.

According to the maid, a fan self-identified as Brett indeed frequently wrote to Rebecca Mosel.

Rebecca Mosel was a bit wary of this fan, so she had the maid handle the letters.

The good news is, she didn't destroy those letters but kept them." The deputy captain pulled out a pile of letters from a folder,

"These are all the letters from the fan calling himself Brett, with no send or return address. I suspect Brett delivered them personally."

Luke asked, "Can the content of the letters help infer Brett's real identity?"

The deputy captain replied, "I read through these letters. Most contain sappy words with little about Brett himself.

However, we can confirm he lives in Los Angeles and is likely a construction worker.

Moreover, according to the maid's description, she'd find the envelope the day after the letter's date, so we can deduce when he came to the community, and the community's surveillance will help identify him."

Luke nodded, "Okay, sounds like good progress, let's divide and investigate."