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After a while, Locke and Tony Gerard came to B410 opposite. Although Cindy Clark’s body had been moved away, there was still a fishy smell in the room.

Entering the room, Tony Gerard said suddenly: “Cindy, this name seems to be cursed. Reilly Simpson’s wife seems to be called Cindy!”

Locke looked at him speechlessly, “What’s the connection? It’s just a name!”

Tony Gerard shrugged and said: “Take easy, I just think you are too serious. Edward Clark’s wanted order has been issued. As long as he is still in Los Angeles, I believe there will be a result soon. We came to find the locksmith, uh, Cindy Clark’s lover, just to learn more about them…”

Locke was not as confident as the deputy captain. Edward Clark was a truck driver. He should be very familiar with the road network in Los Angeles. This is why he easily avoided all city surveillance after killing people.

Locke felt that if Edward Clark had fled Los Angeles yesterday, the probability of catching him was actually not great.

For example, he could leave from the border between California and Mexico to Mexico.

Locke walked straight to the window and could clearly see Barbara Coker’s room across the street through the gap in the curtains.

If the Clarks were playing SM here, the AV live broadcast across the street could indeed add some fun to them.

At the same time, the Clarks’ pornographic scenes in room B410 could also be seen on the fifth and sixth floors across the street.

Locke suddenly moved away and looked at Tony Gerard behind him speechlessly, “Fuck, deputy captain, can you not stand behind me?”

He was imagining the pornographic scenes of Edward Clark and Cindy Clark, and suddenly felt someone behind him, and his scalp went numb.

Tony Gerard was looking up at the fifth and sixth floors opposite, gave him a middle finger, and then frowned and said: “I probably agree with your reasoning, but are you sure that Cindy Clark’s figure can attract the peepers on the opposite side?” Locke replied: “Peeping is also a kind of psychological abnormality. The peeper satisfies his abnormal physiological pleasure through peeping. Therefore, it doesn’t matter whether the peeped object is beautiful or not. Even if two pigs are mating, the peeper can still get pleasure from peeping…” Tony Gerard said unhappily: “But the peeper will not want to fuck that sow…” Locke laughed: “Deputy Captain, are you discriminating against boars?” Tony Gerard was helpless, “This shitty world!” He stared at Locke and said meaningfully: “Locke, it’s a good thing you didn’t waste your handsome face!” Locke understood immediately, and gave him a middle finger speechlessly, not wanting to continue this topic. He said: “The marks of unlocking on Cindy Clark’s chastity pants are not obvious, which means that the lover can unlock, but he is not professional, most likely mechanical…”

Tony Gerard took out his mobile phone and looked through the tenant information of the building opposite. Yesterday, the police officers of the West Canyon Police Station had checked this apartment building, and the landlord also provided all the tenant information.

Barbara Coker’s room number is 4118, and the houses above her are 5118 and 6118.

Room 5118 is occupied by a training school administrator, male, 42 years old, living alone, Indian, named Rahal Modi.

Room 6118 is occupied by a young Mexican couple who work in a cleaning company.

Tony Gerrard handed the phone to Locke, “Boy, you guessed wrong!” Locke shrugged and said calmly, “Well, it seems that Indians in the United States have also learned the skills of black people!” Tony Gerrard glared at him and reminded him, “I heard that your new partner is black. You’d better not say such discriminatory words in front of him…” Locke knew who Thaddeus Martin was. He smiled and said, “Teddeus is my colleague at Wilshire. He just has dark skin. He is whiter than me inside!” “…” Tony Gerrard said nothing more. The two returned to the previous apartment and went directly to 5118 on the fifth floor. Obviously, a single Indian is more suitable to be a voyeur. Locke stared at the closed door and said, “Rahar Modi should be at work. Is there any contact information in the file? Or, we can go directly to the training school to find him…” Tony Gerard suddenly shrugged his nose and said solemnly, “I seem to smell a bloody smell. Something must have happened in the room. We have to call for support to break the door…” He immediately called to report the situation and called for support.After the call, Tony Gerard winked at Locke, “Locke, you should have smelled it too!”

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“…”

Locke stared at Tony Gerard in astonishment, so the deputy captain did not smell any blood. His operation was just to enter Rahal Modi’s room reasonably.

However, he really smelled blood. In addition to the blood, there was also the smell of excrement and urine.

If I guessed correctly, there was probably a body in the room.

So, Rahal Modi was also killed by Edward Clark.

This guy is a ruthless person!

Because the two crime scenes have not been released yet, there is an LAPD patrol car on duty downstairs. Soon two LAPD came up with a door-breaking hammer. Fortunately, this apartment has an elevator.

Tony Gerard looked at the two LAPD officers who were coming over and laughed softly, “You’ve learned it!”

Locke’s mouth twitched and he nodded, “I’ve learned it!”

I wonder what the deputy captain’s expression will be when he sees Rahal Modi’s body after opening the door.

The door of 5118 was quickly knocked open by a door-breaking hammer. As soon as the door was opened, a fishy smell immediately hit him. Tony Gerard’s face changed drastically and he looked at Locke in disbelief.

Because it was a single room, after the door was opened, the situation in the room was clear at a glance. In addition to the body lying in a pool of blood on the ground, there was actually a person on the bed.

Locke and Tony Gerard didn’t care about destroying the scene, they took out their guns and rushed in.

Because there was a large YETI thermos cup on the dining table, the person lying on the bed was most likely Edward Clark.

Both of them carefully avoided the whiskey bottle on the ground and came to the bed. The person sleeping on the bed was indeed Edward Clark.

Looking at Edward Clark, who was sleeping soundly on the bed with a strong smell of alcohol, Locke and Tony Gerard looked at each other in confusion.

The suspect that the whole Los Angeles was searching for was still at the crime scene, drunk and sleeping. The LAPD was going to be a laughing stock this time.

Even Locke found it absurd.

Damn, he had never thought that Edward Clark would hide in this apartment building. No wonder he couldn’t be found.