The Wolf of Los Angeles

Hollywood area, Ackerman Charity Relief Station.

After receiving a call from Hawke, Campos drove over immediately.

He was so familiar with this area that he fled to Los Angeles and lived here for a long time, almost died of a leg injury.

Although the Butterfly Consulting Company was established later, Campos would come back to check it out from time to time, and even absorbed a lot of news informants from here.

Especially the young man who helped him at the beginning, Campos also equipped him with a cell phone that could take pictures.

Back here, the butterfly is equivalent to returning to the place where the army was raised.

Campos parked his car and came to some places where young Mexicans gathered.

"Boss!"

"Why are you back?"

"Boss, is there any place to help?"

Among those young people, those who knew Campos came forward to say hello.

Campos nodded at them, and while taking out Miller Collins's photo, he said, "Something is something, I want to ask you about it."

He showed the photo: "Have you seen this person recently?"

One of them scratched his head: "This man looks familiar."

Someone next to him leaned forward, took a serious look, and said, "Isn't this the former sports star who lives in the RV in the parking lot?"

"Yes! Yes! That's him." Another person remembered: "He hasn't appeared for a while. Last time it seemed like a municipal man dragged his RV, and he never came back after he left."

Campos heard the clue and asked, "Tell me what's going on."

The third person described the last time the municipal government came to tow the truck and Miller Collins left with someone, and described it in detail.

Another man took out the camera phone that Campos matched and said, "By the way, we took photos."

Campos immediately ordered, "Ask anyone else to take pictures and pass them all to me."

Two people left here and asked people everywhere for inquiries.

Soon, four more people came over and they had taken photos at that time.

These people found out the photos taken that day and passed them all to Campos, which totaled dozens of them.

Campos asked one by one about Miller Collins's situation when he lived in the parking lot.

More than one person mentioned that the man in the photo has often come to Miller Collins for a while and has also given him some things.

After asking multiple people, I saw that there was no new content, Campos stuffed them some cash and told them not to talk nonsense, so he drove out of the parking lot.

On the way, he found a clearer photo of the man's avatar and forwarded it to the company, asking the company to immediately launch a hand to find out the whereabouts of the person.

After finishing all this, Campos received another call from Juan and Garcia.

The two men will send some photos and videos taken at the Burbank Hotel to him.

Campos didn't bother to watch and drove straight to Silver Lake Community.

Through the security check at the door, he came to the target villa, negotiated with the security personnel, drove the car directly, took his mobile phone and computer, and hurried into the exhibition room.

Campos entered the door and saw Hawke and Erica who was calling, as well as the huge brown bear specimen behind them.

Seeing him come in, Hawke asked, "Have you found it?"

"Yes, I've gained something in the parking lot." Campos opened his laptop, connected his phone, and clicked on the picture folder in it: "In recent times, a white man often went to Miller Collins …”

While choosing to play the pictures automatically, he explained the situation in the parking lot.

Hawke stared at the laptop screen. In the pictures on it, most of them were mainly two people. Among them, the sloppy one could basically tell that it was Miller Collins, and the other was a strange face he had never seen before. .

After Erica finished calling, she came over and stood beside Hawk and looked carefully.

Campos pointed to the strange guy: "I have asked the company to investigate the identity of this person with all my might."

Photos are automatically played one by one.

After putting it over, Hawke and Erica watched it again.

No discovery yet.

Campos took out the video taken from the hotel's underground parking lot entrance.

This part is longer.

From a professional criminology perspective, Erica suggested looking at what happened within two hours.

The three of them sat in front of a computer and watched the video.

In this regard, Erica, the LAPD, is the most professional. Not long after watching the parking lot entrance video, she hit the pause button.

She stared at a Cadillac on the screen, looked at a little while, dragged the video back, played it again, and paused again.

Erica switched back to those phone photos and searched through them.

Hawke noticed the movements on her side and came over to see them.

Erica quickly found the photo she wanted, which was not very clear.

This photo is taken far away, with the two people in the center of Miller Collins, but other people and cars were also photographed at the edge.

And in the upper right corner of the photo, a Cadillac is turning into an empty parking space.

Erica is a LAPD or an elite cadre in the police station. She vaguely feels something wrong from the photos.

She changed the photos down, and the next few photos were all taken on the same mobile phone, with the angles not much different.

The Cadillac turned into the parking space and could vaguely see a man in the driving seat. If you don’t know the details, you can’t see clearly. Hawke's focus also shifted from Miller Collins and the others to the car.

Erica switched back to the video recording: "This car appeared at the entrance to the underground parking lot of Burbank Hotel."

Hawke looked at it and although the video was clear and the photos were a little blurry, it was enough to tell that it was the same Cadillac.

"The day Miller Collins' RV was towed and the person was taken away, the car appeared." He thought it was not so coincidental: "Brian and I were attacked less than half an hour ago, and the car came again Go to the Burbank Hotel where Douglas Coster stays. ”

Erica automatically answered: "BlackRock is the most doubtful, there is something wrong with this car."

Campos had already come here, looked at Cadillac on the computer screen, and said, "I'll have someone check it out right away."

Hawke nodded, “Hurry up.”

Erica took out two USB flash drives, intercepted and copied the video and photos, handed one to Campos, and called a security guard to take the video and mobilized his power to find the Cadillac.

...

Santa Monica, a car park guard.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The black Cadillac was parked in a long-term rental parking space. Tim got out of the car, walked around a corner, carefully observed the back, confirmed that no one was following him, and got on the Volvo, which he drove daily.

He drove out of the parking lot and soon arrived at 20th Street.

It was dark and the street lights were lit, but the lights were turned off diagonally across from Hawke Osmon's villa.

This has been like this these days.

Tim's original plan was to directly let Miller Collins drive the villa and blew it up to the sky with people and houses.

But Hawke Osmon hasn't come back since many days ago.

Tim also specifically asked his neighbor Jet Brown, who said that Hawke's company was involved in financing and listing recently and was very busy at work and lived directly with the company.

He drove into the garage, came to the window on the second floor, and observed the dark villa opposite him without any anger.

The action failed, and Tim thought he had not failed. He is now Hawk's neighbor. Hawk will always come back to live and find another opportunity.

This order business can always be completed, and there is still hope for hundreds of thousands of dollars in commission.

Tim took a shower and lay on the soft mattress, recalling the people and things involved.

What should be gone has left North America, and what should be dormant has been hidden, without missing out.

...

Under the night, several people came to a used car market in Los Angeles.

They found a boss and asked about a Cadillac.

Soon, these people found relevant information and found a video from the surveillance video that had not yet been covered at the market entrance.

More than ten minutes later, Erica's cell phone ringtone rang in the villa in Yinhu Community.

She answered a phone call, called Hawke, and came to the door of the villa.

Someone specially sent a storage disk.

Returning to the villa exhibition hall, Erica connected the storage disk to the computer and opened the video.

Hawke saw the man driving the Cadillac away.

He knows it!

"Tim Wilson!" Hawke still remembered the name of the newly moved neighbor, and was somewhat surprised: "It actually has something to do with him."

"It seems he moved to Santa Monica 20th Street, specifically for you," Erica said.

Hawke turned off the video: "There is only this explanation."

Erica came to a metal display cabinet, opened the cabinet door directly, exposed the gun inside, took a pistol and checked the magazine and bullets.

Hawke opened another showcase, and there was also a gun inside.

Both of them had a tacit understanding and did not call the police or inform the FBI.

As for the current relationships and evidence, these current relationships and evidence are nothing at all on the legal level and cannot condemn Tim Wilson.

This is not an ordinary person, and he also has a strong force behind it. If he really needs to do it from a legal level, there are only two results.

The two sides became a long-term dispute case.

Then Tim Wilson was killed.

None of these are the results Hawke wants to see.

Just like crisis PR and strategic planning, he has never liked to go the ordinary path.

Erica silently packed her weapons.

But Hawke stopped her and said, "Let my people solve it."

Erica said, "Are you sure?"

"No problem," Hawke said simply: "My three bodyguards are renting the house next to Tim Wilson."

Erica asked, "Rauer and the others?"

Hawke took out his cell phone and was about to call: "First find out if he is at home."

Erica thought for a moment and said, "There is a warehouse over there that I use to store some things at home, and no one usually goes there."

Hawke asked her to tell the location carefully and called Raul directly.

A few minutes later, Raul and the other two left Silver Lake Community, changed into a business car driven from Campos and headed straight for Santa Monica 20th Street. (End of this chapter)