Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

The two people were both Mexican-American, looking young, just in their early twenties.

The Mexican-American man was not tall, appeared a bit thin, furrowing his brows, with a somewhat gloomy expression.

The Mexican-American woman bore a resemblance to Santu Gonzalez, and said, "Carlton, that police officer is dead, we have to do something."

"I've said it before, I'm not the one who killed him, don't stir up trouble."

The Mexican-American woman said, "Precisely because we didn't kill him, we need to clarify things."

Carlton appeared a bit agitated, "Clarify?

How do you propose we clarify things?

Don't joke around, it's impossible to clarify.

If those cops can't catch the murderer, they'll definitely use us as scapegoats."

The Mexican-American woman said, "Neither you nor I fired the shot, what's so hard to clarify?"

Carlton snorted, "You think just because you didn't fire a shot, you're safe.

What if the police consider us as accomplices to the murderer?

What if they think we're in cahoots with the killer and press us for the killer's whereabouts?

Things aren't as simple as you think.

My dad is the best example, he didn't kill anyone, yet after the police took him away he never came back..." Carlton sighed, "Salma, I don't want the same fate as my dad, it's too foolish."

Salma retorted, "But we can't keep hiding forever?"

Carlton said, "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements.

If the police catch the killer, they won't arrest us.

If the police can't catch the killer, we'll run to another state.

Either way, it's better than going out now.

If we get caught by the police now, we'll definitely be interrogated as the killers."

Salma stared at him, her expression carrying a hint of doubt.

Carlton felt inexplicably irritable and was about to say something when a faint noise came from outside, "rustle rustle..."

Carlton glanced out the window, noticed nothing unusual, felt the room a bit stuffy, and wanted to get some air, "I'll go out and have a look."

Salma didn't speak, as if holding her breath.

Carlton extended his right hand, "Give me the car keys."

Salma asked, "Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll do something stupid, give them to me."

Salma's eyes reddened, she hesitated for a moment, but still took out the car keys from her pocket and handed them to him.

Carlton's expression softened, "I'm doing this for your own good, you'll understand in the future."

Carlton put the car keys in his pocket, left the trailer, looked around, then walked to a large tree, sat down beneath it, grabbed a handful of leaves from his pocket, and rolled them with a rectangular piece of paper...

"Rustle rustle..."

Another rustling sound.

Carlton suddenly raised his head and looked around, his right hand reaching for his lower back.

"LAPD!"

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands up."

A burst of shouts came from around, and several fully armed officers emerged not far away.

Carlton was dumbfounded, and the leaves in his hands scattered all over the ground.

At the same time, Luke also led people into the trailer.

"LAPD!"

"Hands on your head!"

Salma raised her hands high, "Sir, I am unarmed."

Salma did not resist, but was still handcuffed and searched.

Salma's expression was a bit complex, appearing a little anxious, yet also seeming relieved, "How did you find me?"

Luke didn't answer, sat across from Salma, and questioned, "Why did you kill the police officer?"

Salma's face turned pale in an instant, recalling what Carlton had just said, her mood became complex, somewhat fearful, but mostly worried.

"I didn't kill the police officer, his death has nothing to do with me."

"Then why did you run?"

"I... I saw the dead body at the time and got scared, so I ran away."

"Then why didn't you report it afterward?"

"Carlton didn't let me report it." Salma glanced at Luke, "He said the police wouldn't believe me, they'd arrest me as the murderer.

Sir, I didn't kill the police officer, please you have to believe me."

Luke said, "I saw the body cam footage, I know you didn't kill the police officer.

Do you know the killer?"

Salma sighed with relief, shook her head, "I don't know."

"Then why did the killer murder the police officer while you were being apprehended?"

"I don't know either, I really don't know her."

Luke pressed, "The killer is a woman?"

"Yes, she's a woman."

"Did you see her face?"

"I didn't dare to look at first, but after hearing her footsteps leaving, I turned my head, saw her back, should be a woman."

Luke asked, "Did you hear her voice?"

"She didn't speak, just left after the murder."

"Describe her physical appearance."

"She was medium height, wearing a black jacket on top, dark jeans on the bottom, black shoes, I can't remember the exact style."

"Was she carrying anything else?"

"Seemed like she had a backpack, probably black, can't remember the exact style."

"What about her hair?"

"Her hair was somewhat curly, she should be black."