Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 410 appeared

   Robbery and Murder Division.

trial room.

  A black woman with a ponytail was sitting on the interrogation chair, her big eyes rolling around.

  This case can be big or small, and you must find a way to save yourself, and the premise of self-help is to have a good relationship with the interrogating police detective.

  She is a detective. She has seen people from all walks of life and all kinds of people, and she is very accurate in seeing people.

  Last night, the Captain Marcus who arrested her was not a difficult person to get along with. As long as you have a good relationship with him, you should be able to get a good plea deal.

  She puffed out her chest and thought she was charming. It is not difficult to get on good terms with Captain Marcus.

   "Crackling..."

  A door knock interrupted her thoughts.

  Marcus and Luke walked into the interrogation room.

  The ponytail black girl showed a smile, "Captain Marcus, you are finally here."

  Luke thought he heard it wrong, and glanced at Marcus, who winked and laughed, knowing that he had committed an old mistake again.

   Also lazy to expose him.

  Marcus smiled awkwardly, "How did you sleep last night?"

   "It's not good, I have insomnia."

  Marcus glanced at Luke, saw Luke sitting aside drinking coffee, didn't mean to speak, cleared his throat, and continued, "Hey, I need to ask you a few questions."

   "Do I have a choice?"

"May I have your name?"

   "Michelle Harold."

"Michelle, I like this name. My mother used to raise a puppet cat with this name. It has a V-shaped head, big eyes, and a long tail. The only drawback is that it tends to shed hair. "

   Michelle Harold “…”

  What kind of brain circuit is this?

  Does it have anything to do with me?

   "Cough." Xiao Hei coughed lightly, and returned to the topic, "Do you know why you were arrested?"

   Michelle Harold hesitated to speak, "I think... there may be some misunderstandings."

   "Misunderstanding?" Xiao Hei frowned slightly, dissatisfied with the statement, and directly covered a big hat, "Killing is not a misunderstanding, are you ready to spend the rest of your life in prison?"

   "Killed?" Michelle Harold was not calm, a little at a loss, "We didn't kill people."

  Xiao Hei pouted, "We are from the Robbery and Murder Department. If you didn't kill someone, why did we arrest you?"

   "I admit I was wrong, but we didn't kill people."

"What's wrong?"

   "I... We pretended to be detectives from the Robbery and Murder Division. We are willing to cooperate with the investigation, but we will not kill people.

What I said is real. "

   "Pretending to be a policeman is not a misunderstanding.

  Police is a sacred profession, the crime of impersonating a policeman is very serious, at least one to two years in prison, are you ready? "

   "Captain Marcus, I admit to impersonating a detective from the Robbery and Murder Division, and I regret my actions.

  At the same time, I am also willing to cooperate with your investigation, hoping to give me a favorable plea agreement, and I will cooperate with you well. "

   "Hey." Xiao Hei smiled, "You have no chance, I'm married.

  However, if you plead guilty with a good attitude, you can provide us with some valuable clues.

  We will consider giving you a favorable plea agreement. "

  Michelle Harold breathed a sigh of relief, "I will, and I apologize again for the murder of the police detective in the fake robbery."

  Xiao Hei asked, "Why did you pretend to be a robber and murder the police detective?"

   "We're investigating the Getty Museum painting robbery."

   "Why are you investigating this? Who are you?"

   "We are detectives."

   "Which detective agency?"

   "Navis Detective Agency."

   "Whose commission did you accept? Did you take over the commission through the Navis Detective Agency?"

   "No, the customer did not issue a commission through Navis Detective Agency, but a private commission, and contacted me directly."

   "Who is the client?"

   "According to the contract, I cannot disclose the identity of my employer, which is a taboo in the detective industry.

   But I can assure you that we didn't hurt anyone or use our identities as detectives to do bad things. "

   "I really want to help you, but if you have this attitude, I'm afraid you will spend Christmas in prison next year."

   Michelle Harold showed a tangled look.

  Luke put down his coffee cup and said, "What's the commission?"

   Michelle Harold frowned slightly, "This also needs to be kept secret."

   "What do you want for Christmas next year? I'll have it mailed to you."

  Michelle Harold had a panic expression on her black face. She looked at Captain Marcus, who just shrugged, and took a deep breath.

   "Although according to the contract, the detective cannot reveal the content of the commission...but I am willing to assist you.

  The employer let us know as much as possible about the painting robbery, for example, who made the stolen painting? The title of the painting? Package? Waiting for various details. "

   “Has your employer commissioned you to find oil paintings?”

"No.

  Compared with the whereabouts of the oil painting, the employer is more interested in the condition of the oil painting when it was robbed, so we will ask the security guard who escorted the oil painting to find out the situation. "

  Consignment content is related to the purpose of the employer.

  If it was for the reward offered by the Getty Museum, it should be to inquire about the whereabouts of the oil painting, but the content of the commission from the employer is not like this, which is interesting.

   Does that mean the employer knows the whereabouts of the oil painting?

  The identity of the employer is not difficult to guess.

  He is probably the buyer of the robbed oil painting.

   This also coincides with the content of his commission.

   Find out which oil paintings were robbed, their state and packaging, most likely to determine the authenticity of the oil paintings and whether they were dropped in the middle.

  The stolen oil paintings cannot be authenticated openly.

  Luke boldly guessed that this employer is probably one of the oil painting buyers or potential buyers.

   Moreover, the other party does not trust the professor very much.

  Luke said seriously, "I want the identity of the employer."

   Michelle Harold showed a embarrassed look, and secretly aimed at Captain Marcus beside him.

  Marcus smiled, "You are not alone.

   That white guy is in another interrogation room, you know what I mean. "

  Michelle Harold licked her thick lips, her eyes flickered, and after a long pause, she said, "Albus Stone."

   "California 'Buffett'?" Luke thought of the old man who was rescued by the electric shock device while lying on the hospital bed.

   "Yes." Michelle Harold responded and asked, "Are you already investigating him?"

   "The last time you saw him, what was he like?" Luke suspected that the old man was pretending to be sick.

   "Sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a ventilator, he would be panting after a few words, looking like he was about to die.

  I even doubted at one point whether he would survive until we completed the commission. "

   "Have you completed the commission?"

  “Yes, we did some investigation into the robbery of the oil painting, and after talking with the security guard who transported the oil painting, we basically found out the condition of the oil painting before it was robbed, and then we went to the employer to report the situation.

   Fortunately, the old man was still alive. "

   "Do you know why Albus Stone hired you to investigate the painting situation?"

"have no idea."

   "Was there anyone else when he saw you?"

   "No, he talked with us alone. At that time, I was also thinking, this old man is sick, why didn't he find an agent?"

   "How did he find you?"

"contacting via phone."

"How to pay?"

"cash."

   "Where is the meeting place?"

   "In his big villa, this is the first time I've seen a villa as big as the yard."

   "Do you know the whereabouts of those ten oil paintings?"

"have no idea."

  Luke took out the professor's criminal investigation sketch, "Do you know him?"

"do not know."

   "Do you know any other clues about Albus Stone?"

   "No."

   "Have you had any contact with him before?"

"No."

   "Then why can he find you?"

   "I don't know either, but it's hard for us to refuse when a big employer comes."

   "Would you like to identify him?"

   "Can the sentence be reduced?"

"certainly."

   "Willing to serve you...Captain Marcus."

  Luke "…"

  Xiao Hei wanted to stick his head into his crotch.

  …

  It is approaching noon.

  Luke led the team to Albus Stone's house.

  As soon as I got out of the car, I felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange. The courtyard door of the villa was open, and there was a white man standing at the door, wearing a black suit, black tie, and a white flower on his chest.

  Luke walked to the gate of the courtyard, and the white man asked in a deep voice, "Sir, are you also here to attend Mr. Albus Stone's wake ceremony?"

   Luke frowned, is he really dead?

   "When did Mr. Albus Stone die?"

"last night."

  This is too coincidental.

   "Where is Mr. Albus Stone's body?"

   "Still in the villa, and will transfer to the church in the afternoon, where the memorial ceremony will be held."

While talking, the white man took Luke into the villa. On the west side of the villa yard, a sunshade and a table were set up. On the table were Albus Stone's portrait and a transparent glass freezer, and the speaker next to it was playing Melodious and slow music.

  There were many people who participated in the wake ceremony sitting under the table. Some mourned silently, some held a book and read with their heads down, and some sat quietly in the corner with a coffee cup.

  Luke slowed down and walked to the freezer to check. There was an old man lying in the freezer. He was a white man with a peaceful expression. It was the man he saw resuscitating on the hospital bed that day.

   Really dead?

  What does a dying man's laborious hired detective investigate a painting?

   Could it be... silence!

  Luke was full of doubts in his heart, but facing a dead person, he couldn't ask at all.

  Luke looked under the table, and saw a familiar figure, to be exact, he had only seen him once, Mrs. Stone.

  Luke walked to the old woman and comforted, "Ma'am, I am very sorry for the passing of Mr. Stone."

  Mrs. Stone looked at Luke and shook her head, "He left in his sleep, and walked very peacefully."

  Luke asked, "Mr. Stone died in the villa?"

"Yes."

Luke would think of the scene of his last visit. Albus Stone’s bedroom has a full set of detection equipment and rescue equipment, as well as doctors and nurses. If there is any abnormality in Albus Stone’s body, they should be able to The first time I found out that once the rescue was carried out, it would be a lot of trouble, and it would definitely not be safe.

   "Was the doctor present when Mr. Albus Stone left?"

"No.

  Two days ago, my husband felt the calling of God, and the equipment was removed, and the doctors and nurses also left. "

   "Did Mr. Stone give up the treatment on his own initiative?"

  Ms. Stone shook her head, "His condition is so serious that he can hardly be treated anymore. It is not so much that he voluntarily gave up treatment, but rather that he wanted to go to a peaceful place and voluntarily gave up rescue."

   "Why did Mr. Stone suddenly give up the rescue?"

   "It wasn't sudden. He had already had a similar idea, but he only made up his mind two days ago."

   "What made him make up his mind?"

  Ms. Stone's eyes were red, and she choked up, "Detective, I don't want to talk about this issue now.

   My husband just passed away...

   Now I just want to quietly wait by his side and send him away. "

   Luke secretly thought, if I really want to wait for you to send him away, what should I do?

   "Mrs. Stone, I want to speak to you alone."

   "What are you talking about? Do you think this occasion is appropriate?" Mrs. Stone asked in a low voice, quite dissatisfied in her tone.

  Luke said, "It is because of this occasion that I ask you to talk alone.

  Mr. Stone is involved in a major criminal case, and I would like to ask you for some information. "

   "He is dead, is there anything more important than this?"

   "Even if he is dead, the case is still not over."

  Ms. Stone showed an angry look on her face, "You ruined his wake ceremony, and I will sue you."

  Luke took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Jackson, you can apply for a search warrant."

   "Nonono, please don't do this." Mrs. Stone's face changed drastically, and she pulled Luke aside, "What are you going to do?

  My husband is dead, and you have to search his mourning hall.

   What do you make the guests present think?

   This is disrespectful to my husband. "

  Luke said coldly, "I am sorry for Mr. Stone's death, and I don't want to disturb his wake.

  I came to investigate today, precisely because I am responsible for him.

   Also, I don't like being threatened. "

  Ms. Stone said solemnly, "Sorry, I take back what I just said, and I won't sue you.

  I won't sue anyone.

  Please don't apply for a search warrant, I don't want my husband to go unsafe, let alone embarrass him. "

   "Okay, but I have a few questions, I hope you can help me answer them."

"Just ask."

   "What time was the exact time of Mr. Stone's death?"

   "At half past eleven last night."

   "How did he die?"

"heart failure."

   "Who was there?"

   "My children and I, when we found out, his heartbeat had stopped and he was walking peacefully."

   "Who was the first to discover it?"

"I."

  Luke looked at the other person's expression carefully before continuing to ask, "What does Mr. Stone have to do with the Getty Museum oil painting robbery?"

   "As far as I know, it doesn't matter, he is already terminally ill, and he doesn't have that kind of leisure at all."

   "Has Mr. Stone purchased any oil paintings recently?"

"No."

   "Where are the oil paintings collected by Mr. Stone?"

  “My husband likes to collect and also likes oil paintings. He has a lot of oil paintings. Some are kept in the bank, some are lent to museum exhibitions, some are at home, and some are given to the children. It’s very messy.

  I seldom asked questions before, so I need to make statistics. Now I can’t give you an accurate answer. "

  Luke "…"

  Although the answer is serious, it always feels that the other party is showing off his wealth.

   "Did Mr. Stone see any guests in the days before his death?"

"have."

"who?"

"I do not recognize."

  Luke took out a few photos, including Michelle Harold's photo, "Is there anyone you know here?"

  Ms. Stone looked at the photo carefully, pointed to Michelle Harold and said, "I know her.

  My husband met her before he died. "

   "What is his relationship with your husband?"

   "I really don't know, it's the first time I've seen her."

   "What did they talk about?"

   "I don't know, my husband was the only one present."

  Luke took out several criminal investigation sketch portraits, including the portrait of the professor, "Is there anyone you know here?"

  Ms. Stone looked more carefully, shook her head, "No."

"are you sure?"

"Sure."

  Knowing Michelle Harold, but not the professor, doesn't fit the speculation?

   Isn't Albus Stone the buyer?

  Then why is he investigating the painting robbery?

  Luke came to Albus Stone's house just to inquire clearly, but the other party was dead.

  Let the doubts in Luke's heart not decrease but increase.

  (end of this chapter)