Chapter 8

Detective Bureau.

Right after the meal, Captain Susan called the crowd to a meeting in the conference room.

Jenny, a newly transferred policewoman who had recently arrived, volunteered to pour coffee for everyone.

Susan looked over at David and Luke, who had returned from their investigation, and asked, “Is there a problem at Jovi’s Gun Shop?”

David said, “The owner is a slick guy, no surveillance in the store, cash transactions, and didn’t cooperate at all at first.

It was only after I tried hard to persuade him that he admitted to selling modified tasers.

According to him it was a person called ‘Postman’ who put the modified tasers on consignment in the store, and the store has only ever sold one.”

Susan pressed, “What about the real identity of the mailman?”

David said, “The owner isn’t sure.”

Lieutenant Vince said, “Or maybe he doesn’t want to say.”

David grimaced, “If questioning my ability, you might as well do it yourself the next time you’re in this situation.”

“Young man don’t be so fiery, I’m just saying it’s a possibility.” Vice Squadron Vince proceeded to analyze.

“If what the boss said is true, finding the ‘letter carrier’ will allow us to lock down the sales channel of the modified tasers and follow the trail to catch the taser robbery suspect.

The problem now is how to determine the real identity of ‘Postman’, nicknames don’t have social security codes.”

Raymond said thoughtfully, “I think I’ve heard that nickname somewhere before.”

Lieutenant Vince snickered, “I’ve heard it too, NBA superstar Karl Malone nicknamed ‘The Postman’, plus I can let a little secret out, he also worked as a part-time cop.”

Captain Susan said, “Lieutenant, this is not the time to discuss basketball or your peers.”

“He’s not my peer, he’s several years younger than me, are you satisfied?” Lieutenant Vince didn’t hesitate to dislike him, looking over at Marcus, who was off to the side.

“You know the local gangs best, can you find out the identity of the ‘Postman’.”

“Yay, finally remembered me.” Marcus grinned with thick lips.

Marcus grew up in the slums and was familiar with all the gangs, although he didn’t look too reliable and his brain wasn’t too bright, he was a good hand at finding people.

Susan squared her shoulders and said, “It’s now 1:30 p.m. The suspects will probably do it again in the evening.

Marcus, there’s not much time left for us.”

“I’ll do my best.” Marcus finished, got up and left the office.

Policewoman Jenny asked, “The suspect has already committed two cases, he should know that the police are doing their best to pursue them, is there any possibility that he will stop or run away?”

“I would hope so, but it seems highly unlikely from the circumstances of the crime scene.” Lieutenant Vince picked up a whiteboard pen and started writing and labeling, “The first crime on February 18th, the victim was just robbed of all her belongings and clothing.

In the second crime on February 25, the suspect slashed the victim’s thigh and wrote ‘you like’ in blood at the scene. The second offense was much more aggressive than the first.

The second offense was more aggressive than the first.

In my experience, unless he is caught by the police, he is unlikely to stop and will only become more aggressive.”

Luke pondered for a moment and asked, “Why did the suspect leave the words ‘you like’ at the scene and what was the purpose?”

Lieutenant Vince said, “There are usually two types of suspects in serial cases, the first is for financial reasons and can be reasoned logically.

The second is mentally stimulated in some way, and it’s hard to guess his behavior unless you’re under the same stimulus as he is.”

Luke shook his head, “Then forget it, I’m still used to speaking from evidence.”

“Sensible behavior.

I used to have a brilliant coworker who made himself schizophrenic trying to catch a serial killer.”

“Are you kidding?”

The lieutenant had a serious look on his face, “No.”

Luke was wondering if he was going to work an extra shift today, but after some consideration he gave up.

He was a person with a system, if he needed to work overtime in order to solve a case, then it was better not to have this system.

In order to avoid dying of overwork or becoming schizophrenic, Luke still got off work on time.

None of the coworkers left, and all kinds of complicated gazes were thrown at Luke.

Do what you want, my health is the most valuable.

Los Angeles Chinatown.

There are a large number of Chinese people gathered here, and you can hear the Minnan dialect anytime, anywhere.

Luke is the first time to come to Chinatown, the streets are full of Chinese advertisements Szechuan restaurants, nail salons, travel agencies that package passport extensions, green cards, etc., and even the exaggerated degree of the advertising slogan is exactly the same as in the domestic street poles on the package to cure a hundred diseases.

Luke’s heart was full of emotions, he was homesick.

After a long time, he remembered his purpose of coming to Chinatown.

After eating fried chicken burgers every day, his brain and taste buds had begun to protest for a home-cooked meal.

Luke parked his motorcycle in front of a restaurant with a green plaque that read Welcome Spring Court in Chinese on the left side and English on the right side, with two red lanterns hanging next to it.

When he entered the restaurant, a young Asian woman in a cheongsam stood at the door and said in English, “Welcome.”

He found a seat by the window and sat down, and an Asian waitress handed over a menu.

Luke took a look, the menu was in both Chinese and English, and at the top of the menu was ‘Zuo Zongtang Chicken’.

This dish many people in China may not have heard of, but in the United States is very hot.

Luke had never eaten it either.

Scanning through the menu ordered four dishes, Zuo Zongtang Chicken, Hairy Blood Wanton, Fried Cashew Flower with Old Godmother, Seafood Chowder, a bowl of rice and a bottle of Wuliangye.

This period of time Luke had a very depressing time, and could not go back to his home, and could not afford to eat the food of his hometown.

Now that he has money, he can eat a meal openly.

Dry is finished.

The United States also checks for drunk driving, and the enforcement level is also very strict.

But in this regard, as always, human rights and freedoms are emphasized, including the right and freedom to drink.

As a result, the U.S. is again the most lenient country in the world when it comes to recognizing alcohol-related driving.

Luke’s drinking capacity is good, drink two taels is not a big problem, does not affect the riding motorcycle and walk straight.

The wine is full.

Luke ordered a pot of Longjing to relieve the wine, but also to relieve the nostalgia.

A meal ate more than two hundred dollars.

Seven o’clock in the evening.

Luke put in half a bottle of Wuliangye and rode his Harley home.

After all, we have to face reality.

Because of the reason of drinking, Luke did not ride fast.

Riding to the Iroh community near the commercial plaza saw a familiar figure.

A little fat guy with black hair and a white girl in school uniform pressed the road.

As for how to tell white and Chinese girls apart.

Look at the face in the front, look at the buttocks in the back, the white girl’s buttocks are a bit more curvy.

Luke slowed down the car, this little fat guy was no one else but his brother Jack.

All the way to the two have talked and laughed, the white girl hands still holding a cup of boba milk tea.

The little fat man reached out several times to embrace the girl’s waist, and then shrunk back.

From the demeanor and mannerisms of the two people’s relationship is not ordinary, definitely not ordinary classmates or friends so simple.

Luke stopped the car and cried and laughed a little, ”What’s the situation? This little fatty is only thirteen years old!”