The people's expressions varied.

Luke stared at the man with long brown hair, finally seeing his face clearly. It was indeed a man, wearing makeup, not very tall, dressed in a woman's red dress. With that previous intimate posture, it was easy to mistake him for a woman.

Luke waved his hand, "Take this 'lady' outside, I want to talk to Brett Martel."

The officers gradually left the room, leaving only Luke and Black questioning Brett Martel.

Brett Martel took the initiative to speak, "Sorry, I lied. He is not my friend. I... just wanted to have some fun."

Black looked curious, "Did you know he was a man?"

"Yes, I knew."

"Whose car is the one downstairs?"

"It's his."

"You admit to soliciting prostitution."

"Can you not tell my wife?"

"We can avoid mentioning your solicitation, but she thinks you've been missing. Now that we've found you, we have to let her know."

Brett Martel covered his face with his hands, "Can you keep it a secret for me? I'm not talking about the prostitution part, but his gender. I don't want my family, friends, or even my kids to look at me differently."

Black followed up, "Don't they know you're gay?"

Brett Martel shook his head, "Not only do they not know, I didn't even know myself before...

Lately, work has been very stressful. I've been looking for ways to relieve stress, and I found some poker videos of men online. I found it very stimulating and stress-relieving."

"I swear before that, I really didn't know I had these tendencies. I always thought I was straight."

As if to cover his embarrassment, Brett Martel changed the topic, "Why do you think I'm connected to the murder case?"

"Do you pass by the Los Angeles River on your way to work?"

"Yes, I almost pass over the bridge of the Los Angeles River every day."

"We found a body under the bridge, so damaged it was unrecognizable, and the timing of your disappearance was close to the death of the victim, so we investigated your whereabouts."

After Luke explained, he asked, "The night you ran away from home, did you cross the bridge over the Los Angeles River?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you see anything unusual?"

Brett Martel thought for a moment, recalling, "I do remember a car seemed to be parked on the bridge, a black Buick sedan. A man got out and seemed to be throwing something off the bridge."

"What kind of thing?"

"It looked like a dark bag. It was a bit dark, so I didn't see it clearly. But the bag wasn't too big; it couldn't have held a body. That person might not be related to the case."

Black opened his phone, pointing to a photo on it, "Is it a bag like this?"

"Yes, it looks very much like it. It should be this bag."

Luke asked, "Do you remember the license plate number?"

"It was too dark, I couldn't see at all."

"Try to recall the features of that car and the person."

"I only remember it was a black Buick car, and the person was about six feet tall, wearing a hat. I couldn't see his face, but judging by his build, it should be a man.

Sorry, I had just had a fight with my wife and was feeling very upset, so I wasn't in the mood to notice anything else."

"What was the exact time then?"

"It should have been around 12:20 AM."

Luke noted the time and took a business card out of Black's pocket, handing it to him, "If you think of any clues, you can call Detective Chief Marcus."

Black looked bewildered.

Why is it me?

"I will, and I hope you can keep this secret for me, thank you," Brett Martel said pitifully, like a child who had done something wrong.

Black looked at him and sighed, "Buddy, apologize to your wife, and go back to living a good life. If you really like... you can ask your wife to cut her hair short."

Brett Martel "..."

Thanks a fucking lot.

Luke "..."

After leaving the motel, Luke rearranged the tasks, planning to divide into two groups: one to go home and rest, reenergizing for the next day's investigation, and one to investigate the suspect vehicle overnight, hoping to find the killer's clues as soon as possible.

The task of investigating the suspect vehicle fell to Raymond and Jenny.

Luke returned home, already half-past ten at night.

The lights in the house were on. Luke opened the door and entered the living room, seeing Daisy sitting on the sofa in a black lace sheer nightgown. It seemed covered, yet faintly visible, making him itch with desire.

Luke was a bit surprised, "I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

"As a lawyer, it's crucial to keep promises." Daisy walked gracefully toward him, her long fingers gently caressing Luke's cheek, "To reward your bravery, I can meet any of your requests tonight."

Luke laughed, "Then you better be prepared to be late tomorrow."

That night, Daisy was very proactive, serving Luke with great care.

Undoubtedly.

The next morning, both of them woke up late, rushing out the door for work without having breakfast.

Luke had expended a lot of energy last night, so breakfast was a must. On the way, he bought a beef burger, a hot dog, and a box of milk.

Once at the Robbery and Murder Department office, he finished breakfast in ten minutes and had a cup of coffee, feeling revitalized.

Luke gathered everyone for a meeting.

The assistant chief carried a box of donuts to the table, "Who wants donuts? Paired with coffee, they're a treat from heaven."

"No, thanks, I'm full," Luke politely declined. Compared to pure sugar, he preferred protein-rich foods, after all, you are what you eat.

Luke's gaze swept past Raymond, landing directly on Jenny, "How did last night's investigation go?"

Jenny said, "There are no monitors on the bridge where the body was dumped. We could only investigate surveillance near the bridge and did find a black Buick sedan around 12:20."

Jenny went to the projector, showing several photos, "Here are high-definition captures of the suspect vehicle. The driver was wearing a hat, his face indistinguishable, but judging by the build, it seems to be a man.

We had Brett Martel identify it, and he felt the hat and clothing were very much like the suspect he saw throwing the black bag on the bridge.

The car didn't have covered license plates; we traced the owner's information from the license plate number."

License plate number, 8ASb323

Owner, Anette Stone,

Gender, Male

Height, 183cm

Weight, 170 pounds

Eye color, Blue

Hair color, Brown

Date of birth, March 13, 1983

Phone number, 828 836 4736

Address, 207 Wright Community

Luke stared at the information on the projector. According to Brett Martel's description, the driver of this black Buick sedan was very likely the murderer of the dismemberment case.

Either the owner of this suspect vehicle is the killer,

Or he is the victim.

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