Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 361 Carlos

   Luke asked, "What's your full name?"

   "Kuka Saldana."

   "Am I right?"

   Kuka Saldana bowed his head and remained silent.

  Luke continued, "We caught two of your men, even if you don't admit it, they will still identify you.

  Just the two crimes of throwing bombs and kidnapping can give you the death penalty.

  If you are given the title of "terrorist identity", your family will also be implicated and deported.

   Is this the consequence you want? "

  Kuka Saldana argued, "I didn't drop the bomb, and Natasha's death has nothing to do with me."

   "Your words are hard to believe."

"What I said is true."

   "OK, let's talk about you. If you are willing to cooperate with the police, I can consider giving you a favorable plea agreement."

   Kuka Saldana was silent for a moment, "We kidnapped that female reporter."

   "What's the name of the female reporter?"

   "Pari Jones."

   "Where is she now?"

   "In the house at No. 109 in the Akali community."

   "Who does that house belong to?"

   "I rented it."

   "Other than Pari Jones, who else is in the house?"

   "There is also one of my subordinates who is in charge of guarding her."

   "What weapons do the detainees have?"

   "Pistol."

   "Where is Pari Jones detained in the house?"

   "The guest bedroom on the east side."

   "How is Pari Jones doing now?"

   "I can't die, we won't kill her until we get the information."

  Luke said to Potter on the side, "Tell Marcus the address, and let him lead someone to rescue Pari Jones."

   "Yes, sir."

  Luke looked at Kuka Saldana, and continued to ask, "How much do you know about Natasha's death?"

   "I said, her death has nothing to do with me, I don't understand at all."

   "Have you and your men been to Natasha's house?"

"No."

   "Did you ever intercept a police car in a red car?"

"No."

   "Do you know about this?"

"have no idea."

   "comeon, tell me something about Natasha?"

"I really do not know."

   "Then why did you kidnap Pari Jones after Natasha was killed?"

   "I was ordered by someone else?"

"who?"

   "Carlos."

"full name?"

"I have no idea."

   "How did Carlos contact you?"

"mail."

   "What did the email say?"

   "He said Natasha is dead, let's get the information from Pari Jones."

   "What information?"

   "Natasha and Pali Jones are investigating smuggling. We will take away any information related to smuggling."

  Porter handed over a mobile phone, "Captain, this was found on him."

  Luke took the phone and asked, "Password?"

   "631289"

Luke turned on his phone and clicked on his mailbox. There were two recent emails in his inbox. One was at nine o'clock last night. The content of the email was, 'Natasha is dead, find Pari Jones, get to the data. '

  At three o'clock in the morning, Cuca Saldana replied an email, 'Pari Jones was caught, but no information was found. '

  The second message was posted this morning, ‘Christian is in Ward 509 of Wilkie Hospital, find him as soon as possible. '

   Judging from the content of the email, this person named Carlos knows Natasha's situation very well, and may be the mastermind behind it.

   Luke said, "Tell me about Carlos' situation."

   "I don't know much about him, he's mysterious."

"Where is he?"

"I have no idea."

  Luke kept staring at each other, wiggling his fingers, "Don't play tricks on me, I know you do."

   "He's in Los Angeles."

   "Specific location."

   "I only know that he is in Los Angeles, I really don't know where he is hiding, I swear."

   "Have you heard of Posta?"

   Kuka Saldana's complexion changed slightly, and he answered simply, "No."

  Luke saw the traces of lying on his face, and continued to ask, "Are you a member of this organization?"

  Kuka Saldana showed a embarrassed look, "Sir, I am willing to cooperate with you, and I am willing to explain what I have done, but the word 'Posta' is not included.

   I will not answer any questions about these three words. "

  Actually, his answer is equivalent to an answer.

   Luke said, "There is no one else here, and I will keep what you said confidential."

   "No." Kuka Saldana's attitude was very firm.

  Luke knows that it is difficult for such a person to betray the organization, so he can only change the question, "Let's talk about Carlos, is he your upline?"

"Yes.

   You can go to him if you want to know more, that's all I really know. "Kuka Saldana spread his hands.

  Luke is a little helpless. The investigation of this kind of organized crime is full of resistance, just like dismantling a nesting doll. You never know if there is another layer.

  Luke calmed down and pondered for a moment, "Did Carlos mention this operation to you before?"

"No."

  Luke checked the mailbox. The email was sent at nine o'clock last night, which means that they were not prepared before Natasha was killed.

  Assuming that the same person behind the scenes sent the bomb, intercepted the police car, robbed Natasha's house, and kidnapped Pari Jones, then the action arrangements should be relatively strict.

   But obviously this time the action was not rigorous, even a bit hasty, a bit of a remedy for the past. Luke guessed that this series of actions may not be done by the same group of people.

   Subsequently, Kuka Saldana was escorted back to the police station by two police officers.

  Porter said, "Captain, Marcus has led someone to rescue Pari Jones, where are we going now?"

   "Go to see Christian, he lives with Natasha, he should know something about it."

   Luke and Potter go to Ward 308.

   There was a white man sitting at the door of the ward, who was also a police officer secretly protecting Christian.

  Luke greeted the other party, "Man, thank you for your hard work."

   "I heard you caught the suspect?"

   "That guy sneaked into the ward disguised as a doctor, and we caught him right away."

  The white police officer shrugged, "It's a pity I wasn't there."

   "I'll see you later." Luke said, and entered the ward with Potter.

  Christian was lying on the bed when he saw Luke come in and sat up with his arms supported.

   Luke cared, "Christian, just lie down and don't tear the wound open."

  Christian shook his head, "I'm not that delicate, my health is much better, and I can be discharged from the hospital in two days. Why are you here suddenly?"

   "We just caught a suspect in the hospital. This suspect is likely to be related to Natasha's death. And the purpose of his coming to the hospital this time is to find you."

  Christian showed a look of surprise, "This is why you changed my ward?"

"Yes."

  Christian said coldly, "Did he kill Natasha?"

   "He doesn't admit that he has anything to do with Natasha's death." Luke took out his phone and showed the photo of the suspect Kuka Saldana, "Have you seen him?"

  Christian stared at the photo on the phone, "It looks familiar."

  Luke pressed, "Has he been to the Jiu-Jitsu club lately?"

"No."

   "Has he had contact with Natasha?"

   "Probably not, at least I haven't seen it. What did he ask me for?"

   "I guess he wants to get some information from Natasha. After Natasha is dead, she can only get it from people around her."

  Christian's face changed slightly, "Is it about people smuggling?"

   "You know about this?"

  Christian nodded, "Natasha has been investigating in private. Apart from this matter, I can't think of any other possibility."

   "Do you know where Natasha put the data?"

  "No, she doesn't really want me involved in these things, she always thinks that I'm still a child... dangerous.

   Was she killed because of this? "

"Probably."

   "God, why did you do this to her?

   She is a good person who has been silently helping many people like me. "

   "What do you mean by someone like you?"

  Christian sighed, "Smuggling is not an easy task, we have to spend a lot of money to get a chance to smuggle, and those gangs that organize smuggling will do everything possible to squeeze us dry.

  Moreover, there will be many dangers in the process of smuggling, and many stowaways died without knowing why.

  Even if you get to Los Angeles by chance, the money will be sucked dry by those gangs, and you will encounter many difficulties if you want to settle here.

   I was smuggled from Mexico to Los Angeles with my mother, we were separated halfway, and I haven't seen her since. "

  Christian's eye circles were a little red, and he choked up, "It's Natasha...she helped me.

  If it wasn't for her, I... can't imagine. "

  Luke asked, "Why did Natasha investigate the smuggling?"

  “Natasha had a similar experience to me. She smuggled to Los Angeles with her parents when she was a child, but her parents had an accident...

  So, she hated these smuggling organizations and felt that they killed her parents. "

   This is roughly the same as Luke's guess. He continued to ask, "Have you heard of the organization 'Posta'?"

"No."

   "Have you heard of Kuka Saldana?"

   "I have no impression."

   "What about 'Carlos'?"

"have no idea."

   "Think about it carefully, did Natasha mention it?"

"No."

   "Then have you heard of Pari Jones?"

   "Yes, she seems to be a reporter, and sometimes meets Natasha.

   She seems to be investigating the smuggling of people. "

   "A few days before the explosion, was there anything unusual about Natasha?"

  Christian thought for a while, "No, I didn't see it."

  Luke left a business card, "Take a good rest, if you think of something, call me."

  Christian took the business card, "Captain Luke, please catch the murderer who killed Natasha, absolutely."

   "I will try my best." Luke left the ward after saying a word.

  The white police officer outside asked, "Captain Luke, are there any other tasks tonight?"

   "No, the threatening suspect has been caught, and you can get off work."

  The white police officer said, "OK, I will tell my boss."

  Luke said, "Just say I said it.

  Go home early and get a good night's sleep. "

   "I will." The white police officer responded and watched Luke and the two leave.

  He sat on the chair, changed into a relaxed posture, and while playing with his mobile phone, he muttered, "Now that the danger is gone, why do you have to leave work early?

  I also want to earn more overtime pay. "

  The overtime pay of the Los Angeles police is substantial.

"boom!"

   An hour later, there was a sudden noise in the room.

  The white police officer took out his pistol, hurried to check at the door of the room, then heaved a sigh of relief and put the pistol away.

  He pushed open the door of the ward and saw Christian sitting on the ground, the water glass beside him was also dropped, "Are you okay?"

   "I have something to do, my bladder is about to explode, and I have to go to the bathroom." Christian supported the bed, struggling to stand up.

   "Dude, don't move, I'll help you." The white policeman walked over and helped Christian up from the ground. "Grab my shoulder, and I'll help you to the toilet."

   "Thank you, fortunately you are here." Christian put his right hand around the neck of the white police officer and walked a few steps forward.

  Suddenly, Christian strangled his right arm hard, and pressed the white policeman's head upward with his left arm, forming a naked twisted posture.

   "uh uh..."

  The white police officer was suddenly strangled, had difficulty breathing, his face flushed, and he passed out soon.

  Christian dragged him to the hospital bed, took off his clothes, covered the quilt to disguise himself.

  He changed into the clothes of a white policeman, opened the door of the ward, observed the surrounding corridors, and walked quickly to the stairwell.

   "Hey, Christian, where are you going?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

  Christian froze in place.

  Luke's voice sounded again, "Raise your hands, if you dare to move around, I will shoot at any time."

  Christian raised his hand, turned around slowly, and stared at Luke, "Why didn't you leave?"

   "Should I call you Christian, or Carlos?"

  (end of this chapter)