Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Luke didn't completely believe his words. What he needed to figure out now was whether the other was truly injured or faking it.

And was the extent of the injury really as severe as he said?

"Which hospital did you see for the gunshot wound? Why were you discharged so quickly?"

Little William Moses shrugged, stammering, "A nameless small clinic."

Luke raised an eyebrow, "A black market clinic?"

Little William Moses said nothing, which was equivalent to admitting it.

"Being shot is no small matter, why did you seek treatment at a black market clinic?"

"Because I don't want to cause trouble."

"What trouble?"

"Come on, we all know."

"I don't know, so you'd better explain clearly."

Little William Moses pinched his forehead with his hand, and after a while said, "That clinic was relatively close to where I got injured, so they took me there nearby."

This reason was obviously not convincing to Luke. Large hospitals can reimburse medical expenses, but black market clinics do not offer such discounts.

Getting a gunshot wound and not daring to go to a big hospital for treatment only shows that the other party has a record. Once hospitalized for a gunshot wound, even if the injured person doesn't call the police, the hospital would help with it.

Seemingly afraid that Luke didn't believe him, Little William Moses added, "I haven't done anything illegal…

Alright, I've indeed made mistakes before, but I've corrected them.

I'm just not used to contact with the police, that's all."

Luke didn't believe his nonsense. From Luke's perspective, if he was shot and didn't dare to report it, the biggest possibility was the fear of his drug dealing being discovered by the police.

If the perpetrator was caught, he might also end up in jail.

Since Luke guessed the reason, he didn't press too hard. For easy interrogation, Luke planned to leave the drug dealing issue for later.

"Do you want to find the person who attacked you?"

Little William Moses gritted his teeth, "I dream of it."

"OK, then we have a common goal. Describe the incident of the shooting you encountered, including the specific time and place."

Little William Moses showed a recalling expression, "I've encountered some annoying things recently, feeling very depressed.

On the night of March 1st, I went to Vinora Bar for a drink, drank too much, got drunk, maybe to forget some unpleasant things.

At around eleven o'clock, I came out of the bar, intending to cross the road to the parking lot on the other side." Little William Moses said as he involuntarily touched the bandage on his shoulder, "Suddenly, a car stopped by the roadside. I didn't pay much attention at that time.

The car window rolled down, I saw a person, no, more precisely, I saw a hand holding a revolver.

I was startled; the alcohol sobered up.

I wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The other party fired directly, a bullet hit my shoulder, I hurriedly turned around to escape, another bullet sliced across my cheek…

She fired two more shots consecutively, but did not hit me, her aim was terrible.

I just ran far, to an angle where it was difficult for her to shoot, then pulled out my gun to counterattack.

She drove away."

"How many shots did the other person fire in total?"

"Six shots."

"How many shots did you fire?"

"I don't remember, I was drunk at the time, and injured, my mind was a bit unclear, just instinctively counterattacking."

"Did you report it to the police afterwards?"

"No."

"Were there any witnesses at the time?"

"It was already past eleven at night then, there were basically no people on the street, and no one dared to come close after the gunshots, only after a while when the gunshots were over did people come out of the bar."

Luke asked, "Did you see the appearance of the shooter??"

Little William Moses shook his head, "It was dark at the time, I only saw her arm, wearing a red top, probably a female."

"Can you confirm it was a female?"

Little William Moses thought, "No, the time was very short, just a moment, my eyes were all drawn to the gun in her hand, it was a black revolver, I remember it very clearly."

"What kind of car was the shooter driving?"

"A white Honda sedan."

"What was the license plate number?"

Little William Moses shook his head, "It was covered, I couldn't see it."

"How did you get to that black market clinic?"

"I was injured, lying on the ground calling for help. People from the bar heard the noise and took me to that clinic."

"Did you go to the bar alone?"

"Yes."

"What is the name of the person who sent you to the clinic?"

"I don't know, I was in too much pain at the time to ask. Thinking about it now, I feel quite guilty, I should have asked, he was a good person.

If it wasn't for him, I might have died."

"Describe that person's appearance?"

"He was a white male, that's all I remember, it was very dark at the time, my wound hurt a lot, I didn't pay attention to his appearance, but I remember his voice.

If you find him, I can recognize it."

"What car did you take to the clinic?"

"My own car."

"State the specific location of the clinic, and the names of the doctor and nurse who performed the surgery."

Little William Moses shook his head, "This matter has nothing to do with them, I don't want to involve anyone."

"You've already involved them."

"OK, do I need to call a lawyer?

I'm the victim, but you're interrogating me like a suspect, maybe it would be more convenient to call a lawyer to say something."

"Say what? Say how you bought drugs from Harry Sabo? Say that's the reason why, after being shot, you didn't dare to call the police and could only go to a black market clinic for gunshot treatment."