Kay community.

Alti Dean's house.

Orti took a bath, put on 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 stuck on my license plate, and it happened to be spotted by the patrol police?

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

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

If someone did it intentionally, what was the purpose?

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

As a detective, Orti's analytical skills are not bad.

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

But he clearly didn’t know those two patrolmen, so why did they target him?

Who has so much energy to let the police investigate him?

Luke!

This is the only lapd he has offended recently. Although his position is not high, he is only a deputy, but his rank is much higher than that of an ordinary patrol officer.

I pretended to be a snorkeling instructor to contact him that day, and I thought I didn't leave any big holes.

The only flaw should be his status as a temporary coach. However, Los Angeles is a free city with great mobility, so temporary part-time jobs are normal.

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

But other than this, Orti really couldn't think of any flaws in himself.

Or maybe, this guy doesn't see anything wrong with him, but is simply fascinated by his beauty and wants to use his connections and authority to find him.

That's not right. If he didn't become suspicious at first, it stands to reason that he wouldn't know his license plate number.

After much thought, she still felt that she was being targeted by Luke.

This feeling is very bad.

She even had the idea of ​​​​escape from the city quickly.

No one in their right mind would do such a direct conflict with lapd in Los Angeles.

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

Turn off the lights and sleep.

…

One o'clock.

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

"The Exotic Land Development of Vegetable-Growing Skeletons"

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, jumped up, and climbed directly into the window. He was very agile.

The black man entered the living room quietly. The room was a little dark. The man did not act immediately, but let his eyes adjust for a while before starting to search the living room.

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

The black man had just adapted to the darkness, his eyes were so shaken that he was temporarily blinded.

"Bang!" a gunshot sounded.

The black man trembled as if he had received an electric shock and fell to the ground.

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

After a while, the black man woke up, felt some pain in his wrist, and found that he was tied up.

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

"I... it hurts so much. You just used a stun gun."

"You should be glad this is California, otherwise, you wouldn't have a chance to talk to me."

"Sorry, I just need money. First of all, I'm crazy. I just want to steal something. I have never thought of hurting 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 silencer. This does not look like the equipment of an ordinary thief."

"I also stole this silencer from somewhere else, it's not my own."

"Where did you steal it from?"

"I can't remember clearly."

Orti looked at him carefully and did not believe his lies. He had just been intercepted by the patrol this morning, and someone happened to break into his house and steal something in the evening.

Such a coincidence?

"Do you know Luke?"

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

"Don't lie, you can't deceive me. Did he send you here?"

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

"If you don't say anything, I will call the police."

"Please don't call the police, no, I tell you."

Orti shook his phone and said, "Then you'd better say it quickly."

"If I admit it, can you let me go?"

"Then it depends on whether Deputy Luke is willing to save you." Orti turned on the recorder.

"OK, Luke sent me."

"What did he send you for?"

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

"What suspicious item?"

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

I swear, this is all I know."

Orti took another pair of plastic handcuffs and tied the black man's legs, then took out his cell phone and dialed Luke's cell phone number.

The last time we met, he left Luke’s mobile phone number.

After a while, the phone was connected, and a man's voice sounded on the phone, "Who is this?"

"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 people to my house to steal things?"

"What's the meaning?"

"You don't have to pretend, I've already guessed it. This morning, you sent two police officers to intercept my car and found my identity information. In the evening, you sent a thief to break into my house.

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

Luke smiled, "Are you inviting me?"

"Yes, you'd better arrive within ten minutes, otherwise I will call 911 and ask the nearby patrol police to arrest this thief.

It would be interesting if he turned you in."

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

"Very well, you'd better not try any tricks, otherwise, you might be on the news tomorrow."

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

"You have nine minutes now." Orti said and hung up the phone.

Orti glanced at the black man lying on the ground and said,

"Bang!" gave him another shot.

The black man's limbs trembled when he was shocked again, his whole body trembled, and he uttered, "That's a good sound."

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

What to do next..."

…

Twenty minutes later.
To be continued...