Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 253 Showdown

   Kay community.

  Ortie Dean's house.

  Orti took a shower, changed into comfortable pajamas, and lay lazily on the bed.

  She recalled what happened this morning, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

  Why was that piece of paper pasted on his license plate, and it happened to be spotted by the patrol.

  Before going out in the morning, she opened the trunk. There should be nothing on the license plate at that time.

   In other words, this piece of paper should have been pasted when I went to the supermarket.

   If someone did it on purpose, for what purpose?

  What's the benefit of doing this, just to let two patrolmen investigate him?

   As a detective, Orti's analytical ability is not bad.

  The two patrolmen searched the trunk of the car and her own documents, and they basically found out about her situation. This feeling was very uncomfortable, and she didn't like this passive feeling.

  But I obviously don't know those two patrolmen, why did they target me?

  Who has the power to let the police investigate him?

   Luke!

   This is the only lapd I have offended recently. Although his position is not high, he is only a deputy team, but his rank is much higher than that of ordinary patrol officers.

  I pretended to be a diving instructor to contact him that day, thinking that I didn't leave too many holes.

  The only flaw should be the status of a temporary coach. However, Los Angeles is a free city with a lot of mobility, and it is normal to work part-time temporarily.

   If the other party doubts himself just because of this flaw, that would be too suspicious.

  But apart from this point, Orti really couldn't think of any flaws in himself.

  Or maybe, this guy didn't see that he had a problem, but was simply fascinated by his beauty, and wanted to use his relationship and authority to find himself.

   It's not right either, if he hadn't become suspicious at first, it is logically impossible to know his license plate number.

  After thinking about it, she still felt that she was being targeted by Luke.

   This feeling is very bad.

  She even had the idea of ​​fleeing the city as soon as possible.

   Getting into direct conflict with lapd in LA is something no one in their right mind would do.

  Orti took out his phone, hesitated, and put it aside.

   Turn off the lights and go to bed.

  …

One o'clock.

  A black old-fashioned Buick was parked near Orti's house. A black man got out of the car. After looking around, he walked into the yard of Orti's house.

  The black man searched the yard and found that one of the windows was half open, showing a smile.

  He put his hands on the window sill, leaped forward, and climbed directly into the window, very agile.

  The black man walked into the living room lightly. The room was a little dark. The man didn't act immediately, but let his eyes get used to it, and then began to search in the living room.

   "Crack!" Suddenly, the light in the living room turned on.

  The black man was just getting used to the darkness, his eyes were too shaken to open, and he was temporarily blind.

   "Bang!" A gunshot.

  The black man trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and fell to the ground.

  He lost consciousness for a short time, his limbs were numb, and he vaguely felt someone walking over...

   After a while, the black man woke up, feeling some pain in his wrist, and found himself bound.

   Not far away, a long-legged beauty looked at herself, "Who are you?"

   "I... hurt so much, you just used a stun gun."

   "You should be thankful that this is California, otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to talk to me."

  "Sorry, I just need money. First, I am obsessed with ghosts. I just want to steal something. I don't want to hurt anyone, and I won't do it."

  Orti pointed to a pistol on the ground and said, "You are carrying a Glock pistol with a suppressor installed, which is not like the equipment of ordinary thieves."

   "I also stole this silencer from other places, not my own."

   "Where did you steal it from?"

   "I don't remember exactly."

  Orti looked at him carefully, and didn't believe his nonsense. He was just stopped by the patrol this morning, and someone happened to come to his house to steal something at night.

  Such a coincidence?

   "Do you know Luke?"

  The black man shook his head, "I don't know."

   "Don't lie, you can't fool me, did he send you here?"

   "I really don't know who you're talking about?"

   "If you don't tell me, I'll call the police."

   "Please don't call the police, don't, I'll tell you."

  Orti shook the phone, "Then you'd better speak quickly."

   "If I confess, can you let me go?"

   "It depends on whether Luke's deputy team is willing to save you." Orti turned on the recorder.

   "OK, Luke sent me."

   "What did he send you for?"

   "He asked me to see if there are any suspicious items in your house. If there are any, take them away or take photos?"

   "What suspicious item?"

   "He didn't say, let me judge for myself.

  I swear, that's all I know. "

  Olti took another pair of plastic handcuffs, bound the black man's legs, and then took out his mobile phone to dial Luke's mobile number.

  The last time we met, he left Luke's cell phone number.

   After a while, the phone was connected, and a man's voice rang out from the phone, "Who is there?"

   "Deputy Luke, you should be able to recognize my voice."

   "Of course, Coach Orti, I've been looking forward to diving with you again."

   "So, you sent someone to my house to steal things?"

"What's the meaning?"

   "You don't need to pretend, I already guessed it, this morning, you sent two police officers to intercept my car, found out my identity information, and sent a thief into my house at night.

   If you are so interested in my family, why don't you come by yourself? "

   Luke laughed, "Are you inviting me?"

   "That's right, you'd better be there within ten minutes, or I'll call 911 and let the nearby patrolman catch the thief.

   It would be interesting if he confessed you. "

   "Although I don't know what the situation is, I accept the invitation."

   "Very well, you'd better not play tricks, otherwise, maybe you will be on the news tomorrow."

   "Miss Orti, I have always had a good impression of you, and your threats hurt me."

   "You still have nine minutes." Orti finished speaking and hung up the phone.

  Orti glanced at the black man lying on the ground,

   "Bang!" gave him another shot.

  The black man’s limbs trembled after being shocked again, his whole body trembled, and he said, “It’s a good sound.”

  Orti made another call, "Hey boss, I'm exposed.

  What to do next..."

  …

   Twenty minutes later.

   "Boom..." Orti's door rang.

  Orti looked inside the gate, and found a black-haired youth standing outside, and saw no one else.

  Orti unlocked the door and retreated to a farther position, "Deputy Luke, are you here alone?"

   "Of course, I prefer to date beautiful women alone."

  Orti laughed, "You're afraid of exposing your relationship with the thief. A policeman sends a thief to a citizen's house to steal things. If word gets out, you might have to take a long vacation."

  Luke pointed to the black man who was tied to the ground, "This is what you call a thief."

   "Next time send a professional order, he is really good."

   "How are you sure he was sent by me?"

   "Deputy Luke, wouldn't it be nice to be honest? He admitted it himself, you are not a gentleman like this."

  Luke smiled, "I'm afraid that will disappoint you, I really don't know him."

   "I called 911."

"casual."

   Seeing Luke's attitude, Orti was a little uncertain, and asked the black man, "What's your name?"

   "Orleans."

"do you know him?"

"do not know."

   "Didn't you admit that you were sent by Luke's deputy team?"

   "It's you who said that if I admit it, you won't call the police and let me go..."

   Orti "…"

  Luke took out his mobile phone and dialed 911 directly, "Hey, this is the Kai community, a burglary happened here..."

   Seeing Luke take the initiative to call, Orti knew that he had really made a mistake, and was at a loss for a while.

   Is it all my imagination?

   Was it an accident to be stopped by the police in the morning?

   What happened tonight was also an accident?

   That's too embarrassing.

   Luke walked up to the black man and asked, "What's your name?"

   "Orleans."

   "Am I asking for the full name?"

   "Orleans Sith."

   "Why are you here?"

   "Who are you? Why should I tell you?" Orleans asked back.

  Luke flashed his police badge, "Although I don't wear a body camera, I'm still a lapd."

   "Sorry, I didn't know this was your friend's house."

  Luke continued to ask, "Answer the question I just asked, why are you here?"

   "Steal something."

   "What do you want to steal?"

   "Steal some valuables, such as cash and accessories."

   "Who directed you to come?"

   "No one instructed me, I stole randomly, who knew that I was so unlucky, I was caught all at once."

   "Do you have any accomplices?"

"No."

"Do you know me?"

"do not know."

   "Do you know the lady who just grabbed you?"

"do not know."

  Luke's inquiry ended, and sirens sounded outside.

  Two patrolmen came to check the situation.

  Luke's actions disrupted Orti's plan, and she could only bite the bullet and explain the process of catching the thief.

   It took more than half an hour to finish the record, and the two patrolmen left with the thief.

  Luke sat leisurely on the sofa, watching Orti deal with the two patrolmen.

  He really didn’t know the thief, and he didn’t send anyone to steal from Orti’s house. He wouldn’t do such a thing that could easily fall under the radar, and he wouldn’t be noticed if he did it.

  Through the questioning of the thief just now, he got some interesting clues.

  However, compared with these clues, Luke is now more interested in the reason why Orti took the initiative to approach him.

  After the police car left, Luke and Ortie were the only ones left in the house.

  Orti sat on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief, "It's finally over."

  Luke looked innocent, "Miss Orti, should you give me an explanation?"

   "What explanation?"

   "The groundless accusations you made on the phone just now? Who are you? Why did you approach me on purpose?" Luke said righteously.

  Orti was a little helpless, her recklessness tonight made her fall into a passive position.

   Regardless of whether the two policemen who stopped the car this morning were related to Luke, the other party probably would not admit it.

  Orti became an unreasonable party, completely exposed in front of Luke.

   Careless.

   Let’s talk about the update problem.

   Many book friends said, why do you update less, are you not working hard?

   Not really.

   Reasoning novels require strong logic.

   Moreover, this novel is relatively realistic, and I have to consult a lot of materials and watch related videos every day.

   It is not easy to ensure that 6,000 words are updated every day.

   I update late every day, not being lazy during the day, but really writing from day to night.

   Codewords are not all. What really takes time is accumulating materials, outlines, detailed outlines, conceiving plots, and sometimes getting stuck.

   Some book friends may think that there are more updates just after it is put on the shelves.

   Two reasons.

   First, I was overloaded with codewords at the time. Except for eating and sleeping, I sat in front of the computer all the time.

   In the words of my daughter-in-law, writing is stupid.

   For more than a month, the cervical spine was injured, and now it hurts every day.

   Once injured, it is difficult to recover.

   Second, after finishing "Detective from the Future", I have been preparing a new book, reading materials, watching American TV series, and accumulated a lot of material.

   It will be smoother to write in the early stage.

   This book is almost one million words long, and the materials accumulated in the early stage are almost exhausted.

   Now I need to continue studying, watching American dramas, reading novels, reading materials, and accumulating materials, so that this book can maintain a high quality.

   Speaking of this, I just want to tell everyone that I am not lazy and have been working hard.

   This book is very important to me, and I will take it seriously.

   Still the same sentence, the book is still long, so don't worry.

  (end of this chapter)