Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 58 Oil Painting

  Daisy's house.

  In the early morning, Daisy was standing in the kitchen making breakfast in light pajamas.

  Luke was sitting at the dining table, looking at her back. The pajamas were looser, and only a slender waist could be seen.

  The sun shines on the pajamas, and the light shines through the tulle, revealing the curves of the figure, tall, slender, and upright.

   Unlike the slender bamboo pole legs, Daisy's wine glass legs are more voluptuous.

   Foreign girls can easily arouse people's desire.

   Luke wants to date Daisy.

  Daisy's attitude is a bit complicated.

  Luke can feel that Daisy has a crush on him, and secondly, he can bring Daisy a sense of security.

   As for whether it is more of the former or more of the latter, he is not sure.

  However, two people can live together, the first step has been successful.

  The next step is to find a suitable opportunity and put her to sleep.

  Shameless?

  He doesn't care, the two lives only want to do what they like to do.

  Like overtime, you can work overtime if you want, and don’t if you don’t want to.

  As a systematic person, still counting on that little overtime pay to make a fortune?

   "Breakfast is ready." Daisy came over with a plate and sat opposite Luke.

   Toast, fried egg, bacon, sausage, lettuce, mushrooms, milk, orange juice.

   "Wow, it's very rich. I hope it's this standard every day." Luke took a bite of the sausage, which was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

  Daisy took a sip of orange juice, "Then eat more, Luke's bodyguard."

   "Yes, ma'am." Luke responded with a smile, "What time do you get off work at night? I'm going home to get a few changes of clothes."

   "I have an appointment with the client in the afternoon, and I may work overtime at night, so you don't have to pick me up.

  I'm not afraid to go to get off work alone, I just don't like the darkness in the room, as long as the lights are on. "

   "OK, it's easier than being a cop."

  …

   Came to the police detective station in the morning, and Luke was mainly responsible for taking notes for the people involved in the case.

  Lauen's three children were also called to the police station and asked if they knew any clues about the warehouse.

   There was also an episode during which Emma accused her sister Sophia of tampering with the will, and her brother Brook tried to persuade her to fight, but it was okay if she didn’t persuade Emma.

   After making a fuss for a while, the three of them were separated for questioning.

  After reading the written will, Emma was full of resentment towards her siblings because of the conflict of interests.

  In the afternoon, Mary from the technical survey team came to the office, holding a document in her hand, "The test report of the site survey came out."

  Susan made a gesture of invitation, "Mary, please read it for me."

  Mary opened the file, picked up the key information and said, "We detected that the blood on the ground was the same as the DNA of the deceased. Some hairs on the floor of the warehouse were found to be identical to the DNA of the suspect Tim.

  In addition, we also found a right palm print on the box that was different from Tim's palm print.

  The body of the deceased was severely decomposed, making comparison impossible.

  Do not rule out the possibility of the presence of a third person.

  The main situation is these. "

   Luke asked, "Is the oil painting in the deceased's hand restored?"

  Marie sighed, "The oil painting is close to the corpse, and it has decayed to a certain extent. It is very difficult to restore, and it needs to be handled by a professional, and it will take some time."

  The deputy team laughed, "OK, this time I'm going to have a good chat with Tim."

  …

   Three o'clock in the afternoon.

  Interrogation room of the Police Detective Bureau.

  Tim was handcuffed in the interrogation chair, and Luke and the deputy team were in charge of the interrogation.

  The deputy team sat at the interrogation table and looked at Tim with a smile, "How have you been in the past two days? Has your new relationship made any progress?"

   Tim glared at him and turned his head away.

   "Wow, look at your sissy look, it seems that you have developed well with your inmates."

   "Bullshit! Shut your mouth, old man, I'm not afraid of you."

   "Young people, don't be impulsive. I'm here today to tell you good news. Lawn is not dead. Let me tell you about your acceptance speech."

   "I don't know Lawn, so I don't know what you mean."

  The deputy team continued, "On February 26, you and your accomplice drove a black Volvo to Lawn's house and attacked him with a Taser, but he didn't die. Do you regret not killing him now?

  With Lawn's testimony, we have enough to understand the whole case. If you want to take the initiative to confess, I can give you another chance. "

  Tim's expression changed slightly, he lowered his head and dared not look at the deputy team again.

   "OK, I'll tell you if you don't." The deputy team stood up, paced back and forth,

   "After you attacked Lawn, you got the keys and Social Security card from him, and then you drove to the warehouse. Do you want me to continue?"

  Tim's body trembled imperceptibly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

  The deputy team held the interrogation chair with both hands, and said condescendingly, "Why did you kill Tony?"

  Tim's fists were clenched tightly, and a few words popped out between his teeth, "I don't know who Tony is?"

   "Have you ever been to the Munn Storage Center?"

   "No." Tim answered very simply.

   "Edmund Locard once said that 'where there is contact, there will be traces'. We found blood and hair in the warehouse where the crime occurred. The blood is the same as the dead, and the hair belongs to you.

  Tim, that alone is enough for us to sue you. "

   "fuck! fuck..."

  Tim couldn't bear it, and completely collapsed, "I admit that I went to the warehouse, but I didn't kill Tony."

  The deputy team struck while the iron was hot, "Who is the murderer?"

   "Cole Baker."

"Where is he?"

   "I don't know. I have been arrested for so long, and he has long since disappeared."

   "Tell me everything about Cole Baker."

   "He is an oil painting dealer, I only know his mobile phone number, 6268769172."

   "Whose is that black Volvo?"

   "I rented it with my friend's driver's license."

   "How do you two know each other?"

  “About a year ago, we met at an oil painting exhibition. I am also an oil painting dealer. He took the initiative to chat with me about buying some well-known oil paintings and asked me if I had a channel.

  We had a good chat and exchanged business cards, maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

"Later, we met a few times and drank a few times. He was very interested in the works of Impressionist master Schilder Hasson, and he said that as long as he could get Schilder's works, he would give me a generous reward. .

  At first I thought he had a patron who wanted to buy Schild's painting, but later I found out that his ancestor had a painting of Schild, but that painting was stolen, and he always wanted to get it back.

  Later, he inquired about the painting through other channels, and learned that the painting might be in Tony's hands. "

  Tim sighed softly and continued, "We found Tony and pressed him about the whereabouts of the oil painting. He said that the oil painting was in the hands of Lawn and took us to Lawn's house.

  We caught Lawn and asked about the whereabouts of the painting.

  Lauen said that the oil paintings were hidden in the Munn storage center. We found them and opened the warehouse. There are indeed many oil paintings hidden in it, but there are no works by Schild.

   Cole was furious, feeling cheated, and threatened to kill Tony.

  Tony jumped the wall and attacked Cole in a hurry, and things got out of hand.

  I assisted Cole to control Tony, and drove to move the oil paintings away. When I drove the car to the warehouse... Tony strangled Cole to death.

  sorry, I was wrong, it was Cole who strangled Tony. "

   "Strangled with what?"

"belt."

  The deputy team asked, "So Cole is the mastermind?"

"Yes."

   "What kind of grudge does he have with Tony and Lawn?"

   "I don't know, they put me on the outside when they talk, he doesn't trust me at all, he just uses me."

   "Do you have any other accomplices?"

   "No."

   "Why did you help Cole commit the crime?"

   "I like to gamble... I took a lot of loan sharks, and if I don't pay back, they will kill me."

   "Do you want to reduce your sentence?"

   "Of course, I am willing to be a tainted witness and correct Cole."

   "OK, then help us catch Cole first."

  "Cole is very mysterious. He has been guarding me. I really don't know too much information about him."

   "Do you have a picture of him?"

   "No, but I can draw a portrait of him for you."

   "Can you draw?"

   "Yeah, this industry is very deep, there are no resources, no contacts, and no one will buy your paintings. I can only choose to be an oil painting dealer."

  In Luke's view, this guy is more like a broker than an oil painting dealer.

   "When will you be able to draw well?"

   "Are you drawing or painting?"

   "Sketch."

   "It should be about the same tomorrow afternoon."

  The deputy team laughed, "At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I will send someone to pick it up on time."

  (end of this chapter)