Kai Community.

Orty Dean's home.

After taking a bath, Orty changed into comfortable pajamas and lazily lay in bed.

She recalled the events of the morning, the more she thought about it, the more something seemed off.

Why was that piece of paper stuck to her license plate, and why had it caught the patrol officer's attention?

Before she had left the house that morning, she had opened the trunk, and there was definitely nothing attached to the license plate at that time.

This meant that the paper must have been stuck on there while she was at the supermarket.

If someone did this on purpose, what was their intention?

What benefit would there be to have police investigate her?

As a detective, Orty's analytical skills were not poor.

The two patrol officers had searched her car's trunk and her documents—her situation was largely exposed to them, and she felt uncomfortable with this passive position.

Yet she clearly didn't know those two patrol officers. Why would they target her?

Who had the influence to have the police investigate her?

Luke!

He was the only LAPD officer she had crossed paths with recently. Although his position wasn't high—just a deputy—he was still much higher than a regular patrol officer.

She had disguised herself as a swimming instructor to approach him, and she believed she hadn't left any major slip-ups.

The only slip-up could have been the identity of a temporary instructor, but Los Angeles is a free city with high mobility, and it's normal to have part-time jobs.

If they suspected her just because of that, it would be overly suspicious.

Other than that, Orty couldn't think of any flaws in her story.

Or perhaps, this guy wasn't suspicious of her at all but was merely captivated by her beauty and wanted to use his position and connections to find her.

No, that wasn't right either. If he had no suspicions at the beginning, it wouldn't make sense for him to know her license plate number.

The more she thought, the more she felt that she was being targeted by Luke.

It was an unpleasant feeling.

She even had the urge to leave the city immediately.

Having a direct confrontation with the LAPD in Los Angeles wasn't something anyone with a sound mind would do.

Orty took out her phone, hesitated for a long time, and then set it aside.

Turned off the light to sleep.

...

One o'clock in the morning.

A black, old-fashioned Buick stopped near Orty's home, and a black man got out, looking around nervously before entering Orty's yard.

The man searched the yard and noticed one of the windows was half-open, revealing a smile.

He placed his hands on the windowsill and jumped through with agility.

Entering the living room quietly, the room was dim. The man did not move immediately but allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness before he began searching the living room.

"Click!" Suddenly, the living room light turned on.

Having just adjusted to the darkness, the black man was dazzled and temporarily blinded.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded.

The black man shuddered as if electrified and fell to the ground.

He briefly lost consciousness and felt numbness in his limbs and vaguely sensed someone approaching...

After a while, the black man came to and felt pain in his wrists, realizing he was bound.

Not far away, a tall, beautiful woman was watching him, "Who are you?"

"I... it hurts, did you use a taser?"

"You should be grateful this is California, otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to talk to me."

"Sorry, I just needed money; it was a moment of madness. I only intended to steal something, never to hurt anyone, and I wouldn't."

Orty pointed to a handgun on the floor, "You're carrying a Glock with a silencer. That doesn't look like typical burglar equipment."

"This silencer, I stole it from somewhere else. It's not mine."

"Where did you steal it from?"

"I can't remember."

Orty scrutinized him, not believing his lies. She had just been intercepted by patrol officers that morning, and now someone was sneaking into her house at night to steal.

Such a coincidence?

"Do you know Luke?

The black man shook his head, "I don't know him."

"Don't lie, you can't fool me. Did he send you?"

"I really don't know who you're talking about."

"If you don't talk, I'm calling the police."

"Please, don't call the police, no, I'll tell you."

Orty shook her phone, "Then you'd better speak quickly."

"If I admit it, will you let me go?"

"That will depend on whether Deputy Luke is willing to save you or not." Orty turned on her voice recorder.

"OK, it was Luke who sent me."

"What did he send you to do?"

"He asked me to see if there were any suspicious items in your house, to take them or take pictures if there were."

"What kind of suspicious items?"

"He didn't specify, he told me to judge for myself.

I swear, that's all I know."

Orty then took out a pair of plastic handcuffs and tied the black man's legs, then took out her phone and dialed Luke's number.

From their last meeting, she had his number.

Moments later, the phone connected, and a man's voice emerged, "Who's this?"

"Deputy Luke, you should recognize my voice."

"Of course, Coach Orty, I've always looked forward to diving with you again."

"So, you sent someone to steal from my house?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend, I've figured it out. This morning, you sent two officers to intercept my car and got my identification; then at night, you sent a burglar into my house.

If you're so interested in my place, why not come yourself?"

Luke laughed, "Are you inviting me over?"

"Exactly, you'd better get here in ten minutes, or I'm calling 911 to have the nearby patrol arrest this burglar."

"It would be interesting if he snitched on you,"

"Although I don't know the situation, I accept the invitation."

"Good, you better not pull any tricks, or you might find yourself in the news tomorrow."

"Miss Orty, I've always had a good impression of you, your threats hurt me."

"You now have nine minutes," Orty said and hung up the phone.

Orty glanced at the black man lying on the ground,

"Bang!" She shot him again.

The black man's limbs trembled again under the shock, his body shuddering, and he let out a, "yelping good sound."

Orty made another call, "Hey, boss, I've been exposed.

What do we do next…"

...

Twenty minutes later.

"Knock, knock..." The door to Orty's house rang.

Orty looked through the door viewer and saw a young man with black hair standing outside, she saw no one else.

Orty unlocked the door, stepped back to a further position, "Deputy Luke, did you come alone?"

"Of course, I prefer a private date with a beautiful woman."

Orty laughed, "You must be afraid of exposing your connection with the thief. A policeman sending a thief to rob a citizen's home, if word got out, you might have to take a long vacation."

Luke pointed to the black man tied up on the floor, "This is the thief you mentioned."

"Send someone more professional next time; he's really bad."

"How are you so sure he was sent by me?"

"Deputy Luke, isn't it better to be honest? He admitted it himself, your attitude is very ungentlemanly."

Luke laughed, "Then I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, I really don't know him."

"I called 911."

"Whatever."

Seeing Luke's attitude, Orty became somewhat uncertain and questioned the black man, "What is your name?"

"Orleans."

"Do you know him?"

"No."

"Didn't you admit that Deputy Luke sent you?"

"It was you who said if I admitted, you wouldn't call the police and would let me go..."

Orty "..."

Luke took out his phone, directly dialed 911, "Hello, this is Kai community, there's a burglary here…"

Seeing Luke making the call, Orty realized she had really made a mistake and felt somewhat at a loss.

Was all this just her imagination?

Was the police interception this morning just an accident?

Was tonight's incident also an accident?

That was too embarrassing.

Luke walked over to the black man, questioned, "What's your name?"

"Orleans."

"I'm asking for your full name?"

"Orleans Sith."

"Why did you come here?"

"Who are you? Why should I tell you?" Orleans countered.

Luke flashed his badge, "Although I'm not wearing a body cam, I'm still LAPD."

"Sorry, I didn't know this was your friend's house."

Luke continued, "Answer my previous question, why did you come here?"

"To steal things."

"What did you intend to steal?"

"Valuable things, like cash and jewelry."

"Who directed you to come here?"

"No one directed me, it was a random theft, who knew I'd be so unlucky to get caught immediately."

"Do you have any accomplices?"

"No."

"Do you know me?"

"No."

"Do you know the lady who just caught you?"

"No."

Luke finished questioning just as the siren sound approached outside.

Two patrol officers came to check the situation.

Luke's actions had disrupted Orty's plan, and she had to grudgingly explain the process of catching the thief.

It took over half an hour to make the report. The two patrol officers left with the thief.

Luke relaxed on the sofa, watching Orty deal with the two patrol officers.

He indeed didn't know the thief, nor had he sent anyone to rob Orty's home. Such an easily traceable act was not something he would carelessly commit, and if he did, it wouldn't be discovered.

From questioning the thief, he obtained some interesting clues.

However, compared to these clues, what interested Luke more now was the reason Orty had approached him.

After the police car left, only Luke and Orty remained in the house.

Orty sat on the sofa, taking a long breath, "That's finally over."

Luke looked innocent, "Miss Orty, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"What explanation?"

"Your baseless accusations on the phone earlier? Who are you really? Why did you approach me intentionally?" Luke stood morally upright.

Orty felt helpless, her rashness tonight had put her on the defensive.

Regardless of whether the police who stopped her car this morning were related to Luke, he probably wouldn't admit it now.

Orty turned out to be the unreasonable one, completely exposed in front of Luke.

A careless mistake.

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