Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

The deputy team said, "Kid, I've heard that line too many times. You need to show some actual results." He glanced around, "Where's Marcus? I was wondering why the room is so quiet. Where did that guy go?"

Luke said, "I just got a call. Marcus's wife is about to give birth, and he's at the hospital with her."

The deputy team mused, "Wow, that guy's going to have a kid. Hope he'll be a good father."

Luke spoke confidently, "He will be."

The deputy team asked, "Do you guys think he'll have a son or a daughter?"

Jackson replied, "Son."

Jenny said, "Daughter."

The deputy team laughed, "Why don't we bet on it? I'll be the bookmaker.

Captain, what do you think?"

Luke shrugged, "Why not? I'll bet one hundred US Dollars, girl."

Jackson said, "I don't have that much allowance. I'll bet fifty US Dollars, boy."

The deputy team called out to the others, "Guys, what are you standing around for? Place your bets..."

...

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Luke was napping in the captain's office when the door suddenly made a sound.

Luke slowly raised his head and rubbed his face with his hand, "Come in."

"Creak..." Jackson pushed open the door and walked into the office, "Captain, I've found a clue about that car."

"Found where the car is?"

"No, but I've found the license plate number."

Luke stood up and followed Jackson out of the office.

Jackson pointed to the computer and said, "At first, I was tracking forward in time, but the car drove into an alley without surveillance and disappeared.

Then, I tracked backward and found a photo of the white Honda car.

At that time, the car was three blocks away from the bar and hadn't yet attacked Little William Moses, so the license plate wasn't covered.

I zoomed in on the screenshot and saw the exact license plate number, 2lcx335."

"Well done," Luke praised.

Soon, the car owner's information was pulled up.

Owner: Pancy Winter

License plate: 2lcx335

Gender: Female

Height: 169 cm

Weight: 130 lbs

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blonde

Date of birth: March 2, 1979

Phone number: 626 976 2453

Address: 205 Levitt Community

Luke noted the address and said, "Guys, gather at the parking lot in five minutes."

"Yes, sir."

The deputy team asked back, "Am I going too?"

"No, you keep investigating the suspicious vehicle in Harry Sabo's shooting case."

The deputy team shrugged, "I knew it."

...

205 Levitt Community.

Luke brought people to the suspect's home and arranged officers to cover the area, then walked to the door with Jackson.

"Knock knock..." Jackson knocked on the door.

The door opened, and a white man about forty stood at the entrance, dressed in white casual clothes, wearing cologne, looking a bit charming.

Jackson asked, "Is this Pancy Winter's home?"

"Why do you want to see her?"

Jackson showed his badge, "LAPD. We're investigating a case and want to ask her some questions.

What's your relation to her?"

"She's my girlfriend."

"How do we address you?"

"Sherry Isla."

Jackson looked inside the house, "Is Pancy Winter home?"

"Yes." Sherry Isla turned to the house and shouted, "Darling, the police are here to see you."

After a while, a white woman in her forties came out, dressed in loungewear, possibly having just washed her hair, wrapped a towel around it, "Police for me? Are you sure?"

"Yes, they claim to be LAPD." Sherry Isla pointed to Luke and Jackson.

Jackson showed his badge and said, "I'm Jackson from the Robbery and Murder Department, and this is our Captain Lee.

We're investigating a criminal case and want to ask you some questions."

The white woman pointed to herself, "Me? You must be mistaken."

"Are you Pancy Winter?"

"Yes."

"Do you own a white Honda with license plate number 2lcx335?"

"Yes."

"Then we're not mistaken."

Pancy Winter shrugged, "Okay, so tell me why you're looking for me? I can't imagine how I'm connected to a criminal case."

Jackson retorted, "Ma'am, can we see your white Honda?"

Pancy Winter hesitated, "That car isn't here. It's in the garage at another house."

Jackson continued, "Did you drive that car on the night of March 1st?"

"No, on my last birthday, my boyfriend Sherry Isla gave me a BMW, it's parked in front of the garage. Since then, I rarely drive that white Honda," Pancy Winter said and pointed towards the garage.

In front of the garage, there was a red BMW, looking new, as if it was recently bought.

"The car is beautiful," Jackson praised.

"Thank you. Can you tell me why you're here now?"

"On the night of March 1st, there was a shooting outside Venola Bar, injuring a patron.

The gunman's car was a white Honda with license plate 2lcx335.

Through investigation, we found that you are the owner of this car."

Pancy Winter shook her head, "No, no, no. This has nothing to do with me. There must be a mistake. I haven't driven that car in a long time."

Luke added, "We also believe this might be a misunderstanding, which is why we're here to investigate, to clear things up and ensure your peace of mind.

By the way, where were you between eleven and twelve on the night of March 1st?"

Pancy Winter frowned, unhappy, "Are you suspecting me?"

"No, it's not suspicion, just routine inquiry, following police procedures." Luke gave a look that said, "You know."

Pancy Winter sighed, "You must have the wrong person. This has nothing to do with me." She thought for a moment and continued, "That night, I should have been with my boyfriend Sherry Isla."

Jackson followed up, "What were you doing at that time?"

Pancy Winter raised a brow and glared at him, "What do you think?"

Jackson ignored Pancy Winter and asked Sherry Isla beside him, "Sir, were you with Ms. Pancy Winter between eleven and twelve on the night of March 1st?"

Sherry Isla nodded, "Yes, we usually go to bed early, we were already resting at that time."

Jackson pursued, "Did she leave during the night?"

"Impossible. I'm a light sleeper. If she got up, I would definitely wake up.

She wouldn't leave my sight for long; I'm very attached to her." Sherry Isla said, hugging Pancy Winter's shoulder, kissing her hair, as if encouraging her,

"You guys must be mistaken. Pancy doesn't even have a gun; she can't even kill a fish, let alone a person."

"I can see your relationship is strong," Luke complimented, then shifted gears, "Ms. Pancy Winter, as per regulations, we need to check your white Honda."

Pancy Winter looked helpless, "Wait a moment, I need to dry my hair."

Ten minutes later, Pancy Winter had dried her hair, changed clothes, and led the police to her other house.

The two houses weren't far apart, only separated by five blocks.

Pancy Winter parked the red BMW in front of a white bungalow and walked straight to the garage, "The car is inside."

Saying that, Pancy Winter crouched down to unlock the garage door, then froze, "The lock...is broken."

Pancy Winter directly pulled up the shutter door; the garage was empty, with no white Honda in sight.

Luke walked into the garage, arms open, "Ms. Pancy Winter, where is your white Honda?"

Pancy Winter's mouth dropped open, showing a shocked expression, stammering, "The garage door lock was broken...the car might have been stolen.

I need to report this!"