Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 101 Odor (plus 112)

  In a black Dodge.

  David asked while driving, "You should have a lot of income this month, right?"

  Luke smiled, "That's right, I made a small fortune. If you need money, I can lend it to you."

   "No, I have collected enough bail money, and I am going to contact a lawyer to release Linda on bail."

"Good luck."

   "What about you? How are you going to spend the money?"

   "Maybe buy a car, BMW 730, what do you think?"

   "COOL, it's a good car, if I have money, I might be tempted too.

  But as someone who has experienced it, as your partner, I still want to advise you that the money left over from buying a car is best invested in financial management.

  Life is very long, it is impossible to be lucky all the time, there are always times when you are down, saving more money is not a bad thing. "

  Americans seldom mention money, and rarely ask other people’s salary, which is privacy.

   However, the police partner is a very close relationship, so it is not offensive to say.

   Luke responded, "I thought so too."

   "good."

   "You are a smart person and will have a better future than me."

   "Comeon, don't be like an old man, you should start a new life." Luke didn't like David's lifeless feeling very much, and persuaded,

   "By releasing Linda on bail, you don't owe her anything, and it's impossible to take care of her for the rest of your life. You should get a divorce and start a new relationship, and your life will turn around."

   David smiled, "maybe."

   A few minutes later, the black Dodge parked in front of Ball's garage.

  After Luke got out of the car, he looked around, "This car repair shop seems to be so interesting. The previous one was not so much a car repair shop as it was a collection of stolen cars."

  David said, "However, people who can afford a Mercedes-Benz s600 will not come here for car repairs. They prefer to go to professional 4S shops."

   "The owner of the car may not, but the driver may not be sure." Luke strode into the garage, where several workers were busy repairing the car.

   "Who is the boss?"

   "I am, do you want to fix the car?" A middle-aged white man came over.

   "Are you Carus Ball?"

   "Yes, what's the matter?"

   "I'm Detective Luke, and this is Detective David."

   "Have you found Santos Mending?"

   "Well, can I talk to you?"

   "Of course, please come in."

  Carus Ball brought the two into the office.

  It is said to be an office, but it is actually more like a lounge, with all kinds of sundries piled up.

   "Sorry, the office is a bit messy." Carus Ball picked up the sundries on the sofa and threw them on the chair in the corner. "Please sit down. Would you like something to drink?"

   "No need." Luke turned on the body camera.

  Carus Ball sat across from the two, "Is Santos okay? I miss him a little bit."

   "No, he's not doing well."

   "Is he injured? Or was he kidnapped?"

"he died."

   "I buy Karma... that's the last thing I want to hear, he's a good guy, this shouldn't have happened."

   "How long has Santos Mending been working here?"

   "Eight or nine months."

   "When was the last time you saw him?"

   "On the evening of March 28, when he got off work.

  The next day, he didn't come to work, and there was no news. I called the phone and no one answered.

   On March 30th, he still didn't come to work, and his mobile phone couldn't be reached. I went to his house, but there was no one there. I felt that something might have happened.

   called the police. "

   Luke said, "You are a responsible boss."

  “He is the best employee in the store. He works hard, never complains, and never arrives late or leaves early. He is responsible for his work, and I am responsible for him.”

   "Do you know where his wife is?"

   "No, I rarely ask about his family affairs. You have to know that it is not a good thing for the boss to know the employees too well."

   "His family lives at 122 Orly Street?"

"Yes."

   "Isn't Orly Street near here?"

   "The rent over there is cheaper, and the road is not very congested, so it's okay to drive to and from get off work."

   "What car does he drive?"

   "An old white Nissan Teana, almost catching up with your age."

   Luke speculates, "Is he not doing well financially?"

   "I think this is more like a living habit of his, which is more frugal and simpler."

   "What's the license plate number?"

   "8Ceb383."

   "Has he had any trouble lately?"

"I am not very sure."

   "Have you ever had a conflict with someone?"

  The boss pursed his lips, but stopped talking.

   "We are just understanding the situation. You don't have to bear any burden. The contents of the transcript will not be disclosed to the outside world."

   "There is a man named Benjamin Naxi who often comes to the store to make trouble for him."

   "Is there any grievance between them?"

  “Before, Benjamin Naxi also worked in this store, but his work status was very bad, and he often had problems at work, so I fired him.

  Benjamin Nassi always felt that Santos Mending took his job and took his place.

   Has always held a grudge against Santos Mending.

   That guy has become an alcoholic and makes trouble every time he drinks, I think you should check him out. "

   "Do you know the contact information and address of Benjamin Naxi?"

   "Of course, he worked here for several years before, and I'd be happy to show it to you." The boss checked the employee records and handed the information of Benjamin Naxi to Luke.

   "Thank you for your assistance." Luke handed the other party a business card, "You can contact me anytime you think of new clues."

"no problem."

  Carus Ball sent Luke and the two of them out of the car repair shop.

  Luke reported the situation to Susan, and then went to Benjamin Naxi with David to find out the situation.

   Half an hour later, the two arrived in a dilapidated community.

   According to the address, I found Benjamin Naxi's house.

  The fence of the yard has been completely rotten, and the surrounding environment is also relatively poor. The yard is not big, and there are a lot of sundries and garbage piled up, more than half of which are wine bottles.

  David walked to the door and knocked hard, "Boom..."

   No response.

  Luke called Benjamin Nassi's mobile phone number, but he couldn't get through.

  David spread his hands, "What should we do now?"

  Luke glanced around, "Ask around the neighbors."

   "OK, you go and inquire about the situation, I'll keep an eye on it here."

   "Don't kick the door." Luke put down a sentence and asked the neighbors around him.

  Luke knocked on several doors, and only two were occupied.

  According to the neighbors, Benjamin Naxi lives alone now and has not seen him for several days.

   Afterwards, Luke and David met, briefly explained the situation, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

  David said subconsciously, "I think this person is a little suspicious, we should go in and have a look."

   "We don't have a search warrant."

  David wrinkled his nose, "I seem to smell blood."

   "Comeon, you are not a police dog."

"What I said is true."

   "Don't come here, I won't let you kick the door anyway, don't forget what you said about Marcus yesterday."

   "I don't kick the door." After David finished speaking, he began to look around the door, as if looking for something.

  Looking at the window sill, pulling back the worn carpet, lifting the flower pot, "Whoa, look what I found.

  Many drunks hide a key by the door of their house. David shook the key in his hand, "Can I go in?" "

   "Do you really smell blood?"

   "This time it's true. As lapd, we are obliged to go in and check to ensure the personal safety of citizens." David said solemnly, and then opened the door.

  The moment he opened the door, Luke frowned slightly. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he also vaguely smelled a **** smell.

   Entering the house, this feeling becomes more and more obvious.

  The living room is very messy, not because of rummaging through the mess, but because it hasn't been tidied up for a long time.

  Luke walked in and saw a large black and red stain on the ground behind the sofa, and a **** smell rushed straight to his nose.

  The blood stains extend all the way to the toilet...

   "fuck, there's blood!"

  (end of this chapter)