If it can't be done, then there's no point in talking about it. Elsa and Luke both added in their hearts.
After the chat, Luke and his companion continued to investigate the case, while Elsa returned to the police station.
But she still gave Luke a little help: "Elizabeth and Billy's team, as well as Simmons, you can go directly to them if you need help."
Of course Luke thanked him.
This is all the manpower Elsa has, and the support is strong.
The three of them went their separate ways.
Luke and Selina rushed to the second scene.
It was another bank robbery, another homicide, another robber died after escaping to a passage, and the stolen money disappeared.
What’s even more bizarre is that the surveillance cameras here also didn’t capture how this person died while escaping.
After looking at the simple autopsy report at the scene, Luke took out a chocolate lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Except that this guy died from a severe blow to the back of the brain, these two cases are quite similar."
Selina nodded: "Yes, so leave it to us."
This time, Luke also took a walk here, then got in the car with Selina and drove to the scene of the third case, a five-star hotel called Colmore.
At the so-called crime scene, which was just a roadside, he took a look and nodded: "At least this case should have nothing to do with those two cases."
Selina rolled her eyes, "There's a gaming hall here, and the guy who got robbed was a guy who won money."
Luke waved his hand, indicating that they could go in, and said, "So, what kind of weirdo would choose to go out with cash? Does he think there are too few robberies in Los Angeles?"
Selina thought about the information of the person who reported the case and said uncertainly: "Maybe he is rich and willful and doesn't care about this?"
Luke smacked his lips, thinking that there was indeed something wrong with this statement.
Standing in the gambling and entertainment venue of this hotel, he and Selina attracted security as soon as they put on their police badges: "Two detectives, what can I do for you?"
Luke: "Yesterday, a Mr. Jameson reported that he was robbed of $20,000. We are here to look for him."
The security guard sighed, looking somewhat helpless: "Please wait a moment." As he said that, he walked into the hall, found a middle-aged white man who was shouting at the card table, said a few words to him, and then pointed at Luke and the other man.
The middle-aged white man muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, but still stood up and walked over.
When he saw Selina, his eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand and said, "Ah, hello, detective. May I know your name? How about having dinner together after get off work? This is my business card."
Selina calmly picked up the cake in her hand and took a bite: "Sorry, I'm not hungry yet."
Jameson: …
Only Luke stepped forward with a normal look and snatched the business card from his hand: "Mr. Jameson, it was you who reported to the police yesterday, saying that you were robbed of a sum of money, right?"
Jameson nodded sullenly, not caring that Luke didn't introduce himself. "Yes, your efficiency is really poor. If I were in New York, I would have complained to your director a long time ago."
Luke's expression remained unchanged, and he maintained that indifferent smile: "Then can you tell me what happened yesterday?"
Although Jameson was impatient, he was not someone who didn't care about money at all. He quickly recounted the circumstances of the robbery yesterday.
After listening to this, Luke nodded thoughtfully: "So, you took 20,000 US dollars in cash on a whim and went out. As soon as you walked out and before you got into the car, someone covered you with a black bag and beat you up, and then robbed you of your money?"
Jameson nodded.
Luke looked at his face and said, "But you can still have fun here today, so how did the robbers attack you?"
Jameson glared at Luke angrily. Looking at that calm and handsome face, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed: He seemed to have lost in the handsomeness contest! What should he do
He turned his eyes away and said impatiently, "I kicked it with my feet."
Luke was still patient: "Which parts did you kick?"
His question was not meant to embarrass Jameson.
In fact, in most robberies where there is no weapon and the victim is simply attacked with fists and feet, the victim will be treated without restraint, and a black eye and a swollen face are considered the least severe.
If they were armed with a gun or a knife, it would either be a serious robbery or murder, or the victim would just pay the money to avoid disaster.
In most robberies in the United States, the two parties are relatively "tacit" because this is almost a common behavior.
It's as rare in Los Angeles to find someone who has never been robbed as it is to find someone who has never been robbed.
Many robbers are like working employees, appearing on various chaotic streets every night.
When they meet ordinary people walking alone, they will take out their "tools", stop the other person, and ask these ordinary people to hand over cash, watches, mobile phones and other items to them for "safekeeping".
When ordinary people in Los Angeles go out, they don't carry much cash in their wallets, and thirty or fifty dollars in loose bills is the norm.
Of course, it's unwise to carry no cash at all.
If an ordinary person encounters an armed robber, it is more cost-effective to let him "take" the twenty dollars.
It is better than letting the robber get nothing and then attack you in anger.
Therefore, many people carry change with them just to deal with possible "tolls".
The robber who robbed Jameson was wearing a black hood, which seemed to indicate that he was well prepared.
It was a bit weird that Jameson had no injuries on his face and was in an extremely good mental state, and he was still shouting and having fun there.
Jameson hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice: "He kicked my ass a few times."
Luke raised an eyebrow: "Have you checked it out? How badly are you hurt?"
Jameson coughed awkwardly: "The hotel security helped to check it out, there is no big problem."
Luke said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.
Obviously, those kicks were not even flesh wounds, and Jameson only felt a little pain at the time.
Nodding, he said, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation. We will inform you if there is any progress in the case."
Jameson was surprised: "Ah? Is that all?"
Luke still responded with a polite and calm smile: "Give us some time to investigate, right? After all, Los Angeles is still very big, and the public security is not as good as your New York."
Jameson was speechless.
He was used to pretending to be cool in New York, but now he realized that he couldn't pretend to be cool here.
It’s because his usual tactics don’t work in Los Angeles.
Luke and Selina went out again, and before getting into the car, they saw a black man not far away secretly prying open the trunk of a car.
The two looked at each other and walked over helplessly.
When they were two meters behind the black man, Luke spoke again: "Sir, did you lose your car keys? Do you need me to make a phone call and ask the police to open it for you?"