Chapter 691
March 2nd, Beverly Hills.
This is the most prestigious neighborhood in Los Angeles, with the world’s most upscale shopping street, where many famous Hollywood movie stars reside, attracting countless tourists from all over the world every year.
A red BMW car driving in the spacious street, the car reduces the speed of the car, driving on the right, drove into the door of a compound covered by dense woods.
The fence gate at the entrance of the compound slowly opened, and the red BMW drove into the compound and parked in front of the garage.
A Mexican-American woman of about forty years of age stepped out of the driver’s side, she opened the trunk door and took out from it supermarket shopping bags filled with fresh fruits and vegetables.
The Mexican-American woman walked to the door with the bag, the door to the room opened automatically after face recognition, the woman pushed the door and walked in, changed into slippers, and then habitually put the shopping bag into the dining room location.
She walked back to the living room, saw that the living room was a bit messy, the TV cabinet looked like it had been overturned, frowned slightly and called out, “Ms. Mozelle, are you up?”
There was no response.
The Chicano woman walked up the rotating staircase to the second floor and called out, “Ms. Mozelle, would you like to have breakfast first, or take a bath?”
“Uh-huh.”
This time, there was an unusual noise coming from the bedroom on the second floor.
The Mexican woman felt a little strange, but still boldly walked outside the bedroom, she was about to knock on the door when she realized that the door to the room was open, she slowly pushed open the door, her eyes widened, and her face revealed a stunned look.
All she saw was a shapely white woman sprawled on the bed in the room, naked without a single article of clothing, her hands bound and hanging over the bed, her mouth gagged with black lace lingerie, her legs splayed wide open and her feet bound to either side of the end of the bed.
“Oh my God, Ms. Mozelle, you ……” the Mexican woman said, a little hand-wringing.
“Oooo……” the white woman lying on the bed bobbed her head and struggled hard with her body.
The Mexican-American woman rushed over and took the black lace underwear out of her mouth and asked, “Ms. Mozelle, what happened?”
“Call 911 and call the police, quickly! Oooh ……” Rebecca Mozelle cried out in a hoarse voice, as if she wanted to vent out the anger and humiliation in her heart.
An hour later, Luke led the team to Beverly Hills.
Jackson grumbled as he drove, “Captain, we can’t get past the front.”
Luke yawned and looked ahead, the road was jammed with cars and the sidewalk was packed with people.
Luke figured that even with the sirens blaring, he wouldn’t be able to get through anytime soon and wasn’t far from the scene, so he just got out of his car and walked over.
As he walked forward, he also figured out the reason for the traffic jam, the outermost is a private car, further in is a TV station’s interview car, and the innermost is a police car.
As for the surrounding onlookers, it was even more mixed, the surrounding neighbors, passing tourists, and some people watching.
In the crowd, Luke also saw Inoue Naomi winking at herself.
Black spread his hands, “It’s just a robbery, why all the commotion?”
Jenny said, “The victim was Rebecca Mozelle.”
Blackie pressed, “Is she famous?”
Jenny said, “Yes, she’s done quite a few movies and TV shows, my favorite one is called Hot Hand Sweetheart. She plays a doctor in it, who is very good at medicine and is super responsible and manly.
She also has a golden retriever named Pol, who is a huge sweetheart. I even think that Pol is the real male lead in that drama, he’s always the first one to show up when the female lead needs her, just like family.”
Black thought for a moment, “I don’t remember much.”
Jenny replied, “That show was axed after only one season, I always thought it was a shame.”
Luke pushed his way through the crowd and finally entered Rebecca Mozelle’s house, flashbulbs were going off all around him and a number of reporters recognized Luke.
“Captain Lee, I heard that Rebecca Mozelle was robbed at home, was she personally injured?”
“Officer Lee, do you think this is an ordinary home invasion robbery, or a targeted retaliation case?”
“An ambulance pulled Rebecca Mozelle away just now, may I ask if her injuries are serious?”
“Captain Lee, how long are you going to solve the case ……”
Being disliked by the many microphones in front of him, Luke was helpless, he hadn’t even seen the scene, what could he say?
The victim of this case is a famous movie and television actor, the impact of the case is far greater than an ordinary robbery, it can easily become the talk of the town after dinner, this is also the reason why the Detective Bureau let him take over the case in the first place after the crime.
Solve the case early and calm public opinion as soon as possible.
Luke ignored the reporter’s inquiries and walked directly into the courtyard, a patrolman greeted him and said, “Hello Captain Lee, I’m the patrolman who was the first to arrive at the crime scene, Auruchi Kuka.”
Luke shook the other man’s hand and said, “Hello man, give us a rundown of the place.”
“We got the 911 call at about eight forty and arrived on the scene at eight fifty.
The victim is Rebecca Mozell, the owner of the house, and the reporting party is Mayfair Marseille, Rebecca Mozell’s nanny.
She claimed that Rebecca Mozelle was robbed early this morning.
Afterward, an ambulance arrived on the scene and pulled Rebecca Mozelle away.”
Luke pressed, “Are Rebecca Mozelle’s injuries serious?”
Orucci Cuca shook his head, “The injuries are not too serious, however, she is in shock and is a bit mentally unstable.”
“Has the burglar alarm been triggered?”
“No.”
Luke nodded, “Where is the informant, Mayfair Marseille? I’d like to talk to her.”
“Just in the living room.” Auruchi Kuka made a gesture of invitation and led Luke into the villa.
Orucci Cuca walked over to the couch and said to a Mexican woman, “Ms. Mayfair Marseille, this is Captain Lee, who is in charge of the robbery investigation, and he would like to talk to you.”
Mayfair Marseille stood up and craned her head to look at Luke, looking a little rattled.
Luke surveyed her as well and made a gesture of invitation, “Sit down and talk. You’re the one who filed the report?”
“Yes.” Mayfair Marseille nodded slightly.
“What was your relationship to the victim, Rebecca Mozelle?”
“I was her nanny.”
“How long have you worked in her home?”
“About two years, almost three.”
“Did Ms. Mozelle usually live alone?”
“Yes. I was here during the day and would go back to my own home at night.”
“Can you describe the circumstances of the crime?”
Mayfair-Marseille took a deep breath and said, “I usually go to work around eight o’clock, occasionally earlier if Ms. Mozelle requests it.
Today, I went to the supermarket to do some shopping, so I was a bit later than usual, and I didn’t get to Ms. Mozelle’s house until around eight-thirty.
Usually, by this time Ms. Mozelle was already awake, but I didn’t see her today.
I noticed some mess in the living room and called out to her a few times, but no one responded, but I heard movement in her room and went up to check.
Then, it was to find her bound and gagged on the bed.”
“Did you move any of the items at the scene?”
“No, I just put my supermarket purchases in the dining room and then went to Ms. Mozelle’s bedroom and helped her untie the bindings.”
Luke looked around the living room and asked, “Were any items missing or moved around the house?”
Mayfair Marseille pointed to the TV cabinets and said, “Those cabinets were open, and I’m not exactly sure what was missing. Ms. Mozelle is freaking out and has been panicking and she hasn’t told me.”
Luke walked to the second floor bedroom, which was large with a separate bathroom and checkroom, all the cupboards had been opened, and one of the closets, which housed a small safe, had also been opened, and no items could be seen in it anymore.
Luke then asked Mayfair-Marseille to describe the scene when Rebecca Moser was found.
After learning the position in which Rebecca Mozelle had been tied up, Luke observed the messy bed and noticed some stains and blood, and he guessed that the victim had probably been violated by the robbers.
Turning to Mayfair Marseille, Luke asked, “Does this house have a burglar alarm?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t it set off the burglar alarm?”
Mayfair Marseille shrugged, “I don’t know.”
Luke walked over to the bedroom windowsill and realized that the window was open and traces of shoe prints were faintly visible on the sill, “Don’t the windows have infrared alarms installed?”
“No.”
Ms. Mozelle has two cats who love to lie on the balcony, and Ms. Mozelle didn’t want to restrict their freedom, so the window was left without an infrared alarm.”
Luke pressed, “Where are those two cats?”
Mayfair Marseille shook her head, “I don’t know, maybe they got spooked and ran off somewhere else.”
Jackson said, “Even if infrared alarms weren’t installed because of the cats, there should have been cameras and an AI anti-theft system, I’ve seen quite a few cameras in this house, how did the suspects avoid the cameras?”
Luke pushed open the window, which looked out into the backyard.
Assuming, the footprints on the windowsill were left by the suspect, the suspect likely entered the room from the backyard.
Luke observed the backyard from the window, directly below the swimming pool, with many trees planted around it, and asked, “Why are there so many trees in the backyard?”
Mayfair Marseille replied, “Ms. Mozelle often swims and sunbathes in the backyard, and she’s very conscious of her privacy, and the trees around the yard block the view.”
“You’re right, not only do they block one’s view, they also block the cameras.” Luke pointed to the row of trees along the south wall of the house and said, “That row of trees is very low, so if someone enters the backyard from that angle, the cameras probably won’t be able to capture the footage, creating a surveillance dead zone. The cameras and AI anti-theft system won’t work at all.”
Luke guessed that it was most likely an acquaintance who committed the crime, or at least the other party should have come to the house and stepped on the spot: “Has anyone come to Rebecca Mozelle’s house recently?”
Mayfair Marseille replied, “Uh …… two days ago, Ms. Mozelle hosted a party, about thirty guests were invited.”