Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 502 Trace

   Police Detective Agency.

  When Luke returned to the police station, a squadron of people had already gathered under the building.

  The deputy team took the initiative to report, "When we were tracking Brett Martel's clues, we found his card swiping record yesterday morning, which was located in a motel."

   Luke nodded, Brett Martell had a dispute with his wife because of work, ran away from home in a fit of anger, and then checked into a motel, which made perfect sense.

  If he is really the deceased, it is likely to be the first scene of the murder.

   "Deputy team, you go back to rest first, I will lead the team to the motel to investigate." The rest of the Luke team waved, "Guys, get in the car and start."

"See you tomorrow. I'll bring you delicious donuts." The deputy team watched everyone get into the car. Although he also wanted to go to the scene together, but at this age, he had worked all day during the day, and he really couldn't do what he wanted at night. .

   Rosa Motel.

   This motel is located off a Los Angeles suburban highway.

  Each hotel room is independent, with upper and lower floors, the lower floor is the garage, and the upper floor is the room, which is very convenient for travel.

  Luke and Xiao Hei went to the front desk of the motel and explained their purpose.

  The receptionist at the hotel checked the credit card records. Brett Martell's credit card was used to open a room for three days, and the room number was 108. According to the monitoring, it was Brett Martell himself who opened the room.

   As far as whether Brett Martell is in the house now, they are not clear, and the guests of the motel can drive in and out directly, and the privacy is very high.

  After asking about the situation, Luke took Xiao Hei to Room 108 to investigate. A red Dongfeng Nissan sedan was parked in the garage below Room 108.

  Luke touched the front of the car, and it was still warm, which means that there are probably people in room 108.

  He and Xiao Hei winked, and both of them took out their pistols.

   Luke waved to the distance, and Raymond came to support with a few police officers.

  Before coming, Luke had already figured out the action plan, and he made a gesture to signal everyone to act according to Plan A.

  Everyone quietly went up the stairs to the second floor. Xiao Hei and Jackson stood on both sides of the door, one on the left and one on the right.

  The door of the room is a common wooden door, and Xiao Hei is very familiar with it. He raised his right foot and slammed at the door lock.

   With a bang, the door opened.

  Jackson rushed into the room first, "Lapd don't move."

   "Raise your hands."

   "If you move again, we will shoot."

  Everyone rushed into the room quickly and saw a embarrassing scene.

  A middle-aged caucasian man was naked and kneeling on the bed. In front of him was a long-haired brown-haired woman in a red skirt. The woman's skirt had receded to her waist.

   Two people stick together to play poker.

   "My God, what are you doing?" Xiao Hei sounded like he was questioning, but his tone was faintly excited.

   "Don't shoot, we don't have weapons." The white middle-aged man raised his hands, knelt on the bed and dared not move, looking a little funny.

  The woman in the red skirt in front of him was lying on the bed, pushing the skirt down with both hands, not daring to move.

  Luke was also a little speechless when he saw this scene. He looked at the white man and recognized him, "What's your name?"

   "Brett Martell." The white man calmed down and asked, "Why did you break into my room? Can I get dressed first?"

  Luke shook his head, "You should really show your wife what you look like now."

   "Sir, I didn't break the law, I was just dating a friend."

"friend?"

"Yes."

   "Then tell me what your friend's name is?"

   "Uh...we just met, not very familiar yet."

   "How did you meet? On the street?"

  Brett Martell sighed, "You broke into my room without any reason. This is against the law. Shouldn't you make it clear first?"

   "We are investigating a murder case. Your wife came to say that you were missing. She suspected that you were the deceased. Who would have thought that you would be here drunk?"

   "This is a misunderstanding. I don't have anything to do. I just have a gathering with my friends. Sir, you can leave now."

  Xiao Hei said, "You don't even know her name, but you still have the nerve to call her a friend, do you think lapd is a fool?

   Or is that the only excuse you can come up with? "Xiao Hei walked to the head of the bed, looked at the woman with long brown hair,

   "Ma'am, you should be a smart person, tell me, what is your relationship with her?"

   "Friend." The brown-haired woman's face was covered by her long hair, so she couldn't see clearly.

"What's his name?"

   "We just met." The brown-haired woman's voice was small.

"May I have your name?"

  Xiao Hei carefully looked at the woman's clothing, attire, and belongings. From his experience, this may be a street girl. Just check whether she has a record of prostitution.

   "Reilly Kress."

   "Get your ID out."

   "My ID is in the bag." The woman sat up slowly, opened the bag, took out the driver's license from it and handed it to Xiao Hei.

  Xiao Hei took a look at the driver's license and was taken aback for a moment.

   "Rayleigh Kress." The photo on the driver's license turned out to be a Latino man.

   "Is this your ID? Look up."

  The woman with long brown hair raised her head slowly, and only then did everyone see his appearance clearly.

"You are actually a man!" Xiao Hei threw away his driver's license in disgust, and looked at Brett Martell, "Your wife is worried about your safety at home, but you are in a motel with a Men messing around, are you worthy of her?"

  The people present also had different expressions.

Luke stared at the man with long brown hair, and finally saw his face clearly. It was indeed a man, with female makeup, not tall, wearing a female red dress, and with the ambiguous posture just now, it was easy to being mistaken for a woman.

   Luke waved his hand, "Take this 'lady' out, I'm going to talk to Brett Martell."

  Many police officers left the house one after another, only Luke and Xiao Hei were left to ask Brett Martell.

  Brett Martell took the initiative to say, "Sorry, I lied, he is not my friend, I... just want to have some fun."

  Xiao Hei showed a curious look, "Do you know he is a man?"

"Yes I know."

   "Whose car is downstairs?"

"is his."

   "You admit the fact of prostitution."

   "Can you not tell my wife?"

   "We don't need to talk about your prostitution, but she always thought you were missing. Now that we find you, we have to tell her."

Brett Martell covered his face with his hands, "Can I...can you keep it secret for me? I'm not referring to prostitution, but his gender. I don't want my relatives, friends or even children to look at me strangely. "

  Xiao Hei asked, "Don't they know you are gay?"

  Brett Martell shook his head, "Don't say they don't know, I didn't know before...

  Recently, I have been under a lot of pressure at work. I was looking for a way to release the pressure. I found some videos of men playing poker on the Internet. I found it very stimulating and decompressing. "

   “I swear I didn’t really know I had this tendency until then, I always thought I was straight.”

   As if to cover up his embarrassment, Brett Martel changed the subject, "Why do you think I have something to do with the murder?"

   "Do you have to cross the Los Angeles River to get to work?"

   "Yes, I cross the bridge over the Los Angeles River almost every day."

   "We found the body under the bridge. The body was damaged beyond recognition, and the time you disappeared was similar to the time when the body died, so we will investigate your whereabouts."

  After Luke explained, he asked, "Did you pass the bridge over the Los Angeles River the night you ran away from home?"

"Yeah, there is."

   "Did you see anything unusual?"

  Brett Martell thought about it and recalled, "I do remember that there was a car parked on the bridge, it was a black Buick sedan, and a man got out of the car and seemed to throw something under the bridge."

"what?"

   "It seems to be a dark bag. It's dark, and I can't see it very clearly, but the bag is not too big, and it is impossible to hold a corpse. That person may not have anything to do with the case."

  The little black spot turned on the phone, pointed to the photo on the phone, "Is it this kind of bag?"

   "Yes, very similar, it should be this bag."

   Luke asked, "Do you remember the license plate number?"

   "It's so dark I can't see at all."

   "Recall carefully, the characteristics of that car and that person."

   "I just remember it was a black Buick. The man was about 1.8 meters tall and wearing a hat. I couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his size, he should be a man.

  Sorry, my wife and I had an argument and I was depressed and in no mood to observe anything else. "

   "Tell me the specific time at that time?"

   "It should be around 12:20 in the morning."

  Luke recorded this time, took out a business card from his little black pocket and handed it to him, "If you think of any clues, you can call Inspector Marcus."

  Xiao Hei was confused.

why me?

   "I will, and I hope you can help me keep it secret, thank you." Brett Martell said pitifully, like a child who has done something wrong.

  Xiao Hei looked at him and sighed, "Man, apologize to your wife, go back and live a good life. If you really like it... you can ask your wife to cut her hair short."

  Brett Martell "…"

   I **** thank you.

  Luke "…"

  After leaving the motel, Luke re-arranged the task and prepared to divide into two groups. One group went home to sleep and recharged for investigation tomorrow; the other group investigated the suspect vehicle overnight, trying to find clues to the murderer as soon as possible.

  The task of investigating the suspect vehicle fell on Raymond and Jenny.

   When Luke returned home, it was already half past ten in the evening.

  The lights were on in the house. Luke opened the door and entered the living room. He saw Daisy sitting on the sofa wearing a black lace tulle pajamas.

  Luke was a little surprised, "I thought you wouldn't be here tonight."

"As a lawyer, the most important thing is to abide by the agreement." Daisy walked over slowly, her slender fingers gently brushing Luke's cheek, "To reward your heroic behavior, I can satisfy you tonight." any request."

  Luke smiled, "Then you have to be prepared to be late tomorrow."

  At night, Daisy took the initiative and served Luke with great care.

no doubt.

  The next morning, both of them got up late and went straight to work without having breakfast.

  Luke exhausted himself a lot last night, so he must have breakfast. On the way, he bought a beef burger, a hot dog, and a carton of milk.

  After arriving at the Office of the Robbery and Murder Division, he finished his breakfast in ten minutes, drank another cup of coffee, and regained his energy.

  Luke called everyone to a meeting.

  The deputy team put a box of donuts on the table, "Who wants donuts? It's delicious with coffee."

   "Thank you, I'm full." Luke politely declined. Compared with pure sugar food, he still prefers to eat some protein, after all, what he eats will make up for him.

  Luke glanced past Raymond, and looked directly at Jenny, "How was the investigation last night?"

  Jenny said, "There is no surveillance on the bridge where the body was thrown. We can only investigate the surveillance near the bridge. Around 12:20, we did find a black Buick car."

  Jenny walked to the projector and put a few photos, "This is a high-definition screenshot of the suspect vehicle. The driver is wearing a hat, so I can't see his face clearly, but his body looks like a man.

  We had Brett Martel identify it, and he thought the hat and clothes were very similar to the suspect he saw throwing the black bag on the bridge.

  The car did not cover the license plate number, and we found the owner's information based on the license plate number. "

   License plate number, 8ASb323

   Owner, Arnett Stone,

Sex: Male

  Height, 183cm

   Weight, 170 lbs

   Eye Color, Blue

   Hair Color, Brown

   Date of Birth, March 13, 1983

  Mobile phone number, 8288364736

  Address, 207 Leitner Community

  Luke stared at the information on the projector. According to Brett Martel's description, the driver of the black Buick car was probably the murderer of the corpse case.

  The owner of the suspect car is either the murderer.

  Either the victim.

  (end of this chapter)