Five minutes later, the patrol officers arrived at the scene for support.

Luke led the patrol officers into the house to search.

The murderer had already left.

The house was somewhat disheveled.

The dog owner leaned against the wall, with two gunshot wounds in her chest, blood flowing down her body, still warm, indicating she had not been dead for long.

Her eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead as if she died with her eyes open.

She had been trying to change, but heaven didn't give her enough time.

At this moment, Luke also felt some emotion, having seen her just two days ago, and now she was murdered in the blink of an eye.

Luke began to examine the scene to simulate the crime.

The murderer was likely following the victim.

After the victim opened the door, the murderer broke in as well, the long-haired white dog tried to bite him, but was shot by the murderer, and in fright, ran out of the house.

The murderer used a pistol to corner the dog owner into the house where she leaned helplessly against the wall.

Moreover, the murderer fired a shot that hit the heart, killing her immediately.

Afterward, the murderer rummaged through the house and escaped.

Of course, all of this was just Luke's speculation, and he wasn't entirely sure if the murderer was Benjamin Nasie.

After a dozen minutes, Susan arrived at the scene with her team.

Luke reported the situation to her.

Susan examined the scene and asked, "Do you think the murderer is Benjamin Nasie?"

"Yes," he said.

"Is there evidence?"

"I saw a pair of thick-soled shoes with dog poop on them on the community road, we could have the forensics team see if they match the murderer's shoes. Besides, there are the community's surveillance and ballistic analysis to check."

Susan nodded and didn't dwell on it, "Any eyewitnesses around? Or someone who looks like the suspect?"

"No. However, I asked the neighbors around, and there's a red Honda in the victim's house, with license plate 5eeb324. At around nine o'clock at night, someone saw the car leave the community, and it's very likely that the murderer drove it away."

Marcus asked, "If the murderer killed someone, why would he dare to drive away the victim's car? Isn't he afraid of being tracked by the police?"

Luke explained, "There's a time lag involved. The victim lived alone, and it would be difficult to discover her body immediately after being killed. The earliest the police could find the body would be tomorrow, by which time the murderer would have likely abandoned the car and escaped, possibly without a trace. The murderer never expected that I'd find the body so soon. Of course, we have to thank that dog for it."

Marcus asked, "Can the dog be saved?"

Luke shook his head, "I don't know; it's been taken for treatment."

Following Luke's line of analysis, Susan said, "The suspect could have chosen other ways to escape, which would have been less risky. But the fact that he chose to drive off in the victim's car suggests he was in a hurry, probably trying to flee Los Angeles. We must act quickly. Luke, collect the surveillance from around the community. Jenny, contact Honda to assist us with locating the car. Marcus, call Matthew to pull up surveillance from the area to track that red Honda."

"Yes, captain."

...

Downtown Los Angeles.

A red Honda was parked in an alley.

A man wearing a baseball cap got out of the car, carrying a backpack, and entered the adjacent apartment building.

The apartment building was somewhat run-down and neglected, without even a doorman.

The red Honda was left with the door open, whether forgotten or intentional, who knows.

Most likely it would end up at some unknown garage before dawn.

The man in the baseball cap didn't go upstairs, instead, he headed down to the basement. Reaching the second basement level, the air felt significantly more damp.

A heavy iron fence door was locked on the second level of the basement, where a black man was acting as the guard.

The man in the baseball cap knocked on the door, "Hey, I'm here to pick up the goods."

The black guard glanced at him, "Name?"

"Linton."

The guard checked a logbook, "No, you're not on for today, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"I'm hoping for an expedite."

"Everyone wants an expedite, but if it can't be done, it can't be done. If the process isn't right, it might be recognizable as a fake."

"I'm willing to pay extra, I need the documents tonight."

The man in the baseball cap took out ten green banknotes from his pocket and passed them through the iron fence door.

"Please help me out."

"Wait," the black guard said after pocketing the money, then went into the inner room.

When he came back out, he held up five fingers to the man in the baseball cap, "If you want an expedite, it'll cost an extra five thousand dollars."

"Fuck, you're nothing but bloodsuckers."

"It's because you didn't come at the agreed-upon time. If you want an expedite, you have to pay more; otherwise, just wait your turn in line. Our work isn't easy, we're here today, but we might change locations tomorrow, then even ten thousand dollars might not be enough to find us."

"Opportunity knocks but once." The Black guard had an indifferent expression as if to say take it or leave it.

The man in the baseball cap sighed, took out five thousand US Dollars from his bag, and passed it through the iron gate.

The Black guard took the money and grinned, "Come back for the goods in an hour."

Time ticked by, second by second.

The man in the baseball cap simply sat down on the ground to wait.

An hour later.

The Black guard handed a paper bag through the iron gate, "Remember, you were never here."

The man in the baseball cap opened the paper bag, pulled out a driver's license, and said, "Never see you again."

With this thing, he had an extra layer of security. It was time to leave.

The man in the baseball cap left the apartment and glanced in the direction of the red Honda, sure enough, it was gone.

The man in the baseball cap had a complex expression, "These bastards will destroy this city sooner or later, a bunch of scumbags."

The man in the baseball cap walked to the roadside, ready to hail a cab and leave.

Suddenly, a black Dodge car stopped at the curb, and a black-haired man got out of the car.

Their eyes met.

The man in the baseball cap instinctively lowered his head and started walking forward along the road.

Luke had seen Benjamin Nasie's photo.

He had been a policeman for many years and was experienced in recognizing people.

Luke drew his gun and shouted at the man in the baseball cap, "LAPD! Don't move, put your hands up!"

"Hey, you've got the wrong person, I haven't committed any crime."

"Let me see your hands, now."

David also drew his gun, warning, "Hey, don't make trouble for yourself, you're not facing just one gun here."

The man in the baseball cap had no choice but to slowly raise his hands; his right hand was wrapped in a bandage, seemingly missing a finger.

Luke approached and handcuffed him, "What's your name?"

The man in the baseball cap answered, "Linton."

"Stop playing smart, lying is pointless now, just like your finger. Once it's gone, it's never coming back.

I'll ask again, your name."

"Benjamin Nasie."

"Good, you're under arrest."

The man in the baseball cap asked back, "How did you find me so quickly?"

"You can blame your bad luck, I found that injured white long-haired dog, immediately located the red Honda car."

"It's that dog again, if it hadn't been for it pooping everywhere, you wouldn't have found me, and I would have left the city tomorrow."

"In that case, we should thank that dog," Luke laughed and scanned the area, "Where's the car?"

"Must've been stolen, but it's still a step too late. If you had discovered that dead body later, you might not have caught me," Benjamin Nasie sighed.

"We'll find it. Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Starting anew."

David searched him and found a gun with a silencer that matched the brand and model, likely the murder weapon.

There was also a very new driver's license, which still seemed to smell of ink.

"Linton Poke, your name is terrible. Are you here to create a fake identity?"

Benjamin Nasie glanced at him but did not respond.

David laughed, "Seems like we have an unexpected gain."

Soon, other team members and patrol officers arrived for backup.

They handed Benjamin Nasie over to the patrol officers for custody.

Luke and the others entered the apartment, ready to bust the forgery operation completely.

First, they questioned Benjamin about the setup inside and found out about the iron gate, so they brought a battering ram.

Then, the group went down to the second basement of the apartment.

The Black guard was startled to see so many people suddenly arriving, stood up quickly, and before he could run, he heard a stern shout.

"LAPD, don't move."

"Let me see your hands, and no funny business."

With a "bang," the iron gate was busted open.

The Black guard was immediately subdued by Marcus and David and handcuffed.

Luke and the others charged into the room inside.

An elderly white man was about to light some documents on fire with a lighter.

"LAPD, don't move."

"Drop what you're holding, don't destroy the evidence."

The elderly white man slowly raised his hands, smiling, "I won't move, I know the rules, and I'll cooperate with you.

I have information to tell the police, willing to be an informant."

The industry is highly profitable, but the risk is even higher.

It was clear that the old man was no stranger to jail, too ready to cooperate.

Luke went over to check and found several unfinished driver's licenses.

He took photos as evidence; those coming here for fake licenses were no good people.

A catch for each one.

Just waiting for the customers to come knocking..."