A black Dodge stopped by the roadside, and Jack and Jackson got out of the car.

Jack glanced around and his eyes settled on a blue shop sign, West Travel Agency.

Jackson locked the car and said, "This should be it. The homeowner, Clint Mann, joined a one-week tour to Guam through this travel agency."

Jack said, "Nowadays, it's so convenient to book flights and hotels online. I really can't understand why some people still like to travel through travel agencies."

Jackson shrugged, "Some customers find travel agencies convenient and hassle-free, plus their prices are more favorable."

Jack dismissed it, "I still prefer solo travel."

Jackson teased, "If we go into the travel agency, you'd better not say that, or you'll likely get punched."

"No need to remind me, follow me, rookie." Jack acted nonchalant, swaggering into the travel agency.

The travel agency wasn't big. On the left was a cubicle, and on the right was an open office area, with only four or five employees working. In the middle was the front desk, where a stout white lady in her forties sat.

Jack went to the front desk, took off his black sunglasses, leaned his elbow on the counter, and asked the stout white lady, "Hey, do you have any tourist packages to Guam here?"

"Yes, a seven-day tour to Guam." The stout lady forced a smile on her plump face, "How many of you are there? When do you plan to leave?"

Jack didn't answer, but instead asked, "Is Rochelle Horn still working at this travel agency?"

The stout lady was stunned for a moment, and a man in a floral shirt next to her said, "Yes, but he's got something to do today and isn't at work.

I'm Georgia Price, the manager of this travel agency." He pointed to the cubicle on the side, "Why don't we both go to the lounge to talk.

This season is the best time to travel to Guam."

Jack smiled, "Looks like we've come to the right place."

"Indeed, our service here is the best, and our prices are the most favorable.

Were you referred by Rochelle Horn?" Georgia Price led them into the lounge and gestured for them to sit on the sofa.

Jack shook his head, "No, actually, my neighbor just came back from a trip to Guam. They thought it was great and recommended your travel agency."

"May I ask your charming neighbor's name?"

"Clint Mann."

"Clint Mann." Georgia Price repeated, smiling, "That's right, he is our travel agency's guest. Their family of four joined the one-week tour to Guam... If I recall correctly, they should have returned on last night's flight.

I imagine they must have had a wonderful vacation.

Since you were referred by someone we know, I will also offer you the highest discount and provide the best service."

The stout lady came over with a tray, set down three cups of coffee, and returned to the front desk.

Jack felt her thigh was almost as wide as his waist and withdrew his gaze, confirming, "Clint Mann is a customer of your travel agency?"

"Yes."

"Is Rochelle Horn an employee of your travel agency?"

"Yes." Georgia Price replied, and then asked, "Is there a problem?"

"There are indeed some minor issues. I'd like to know, when was the last time you saw Rochelle Horn?"

Georgia Price frowned, looked at Jack, and then at Jackson, "Who are you two, really? You don't seem like you're here to inquire about a trip."

Jackson flashed his badge, "I'm Detective Jackson from the Robbery and Murder Department, and this is our Detective Chief Marcus."

"Police! Why are you at my travel agency? Don't tell me your police department is planning a group tour?

If so, I'll definitely give you the lowest discount."

Jack joked, "We can also offer a one-day tour of the police department or multiple-day tours of the prison. Are you interested? Completely free."

"Sir, I respect you all.

But that joke wasn't funny at all."

"I'm not joking with you. When was the last time you saw Rochelle Horn?"

Georgia Price thought for a moment, "Did you come because of Rochelle Horn?"

"Answer my question."

"It's been a long time. He already quit. He's not our company's employee anymore."

"Heh." Jack interrupted, "That's not what you said earlier. Do you need me to help you recall?"

"Sir, you must never have done sales; if you had, you'd understand I was just trying to retain the customer.

When clients say they know a specific salesperson, I can't just tell them that person has left. That way, the client might leave too. I was just trying to retain the clients as much as possible."

Jackson asked, "Why did he quit?"

"The travel agency wasn't doing well back then, and we had some disagreements at work. He wasn't happy, so he quit."

"When did Rochelle Horn leave?"

"About six months ago."

"Have you seen him in these six months?"

"Uh..." Georgia Price thought for a moment, "About three months ago, he contacted me once. He looked a bit down and wasn't doing well.

He hopes to work at the travel agency again, and I do sympathize with him, but...

Look at this travel agency of mine, it's only this size, and business hasn't been great recently, so I can't afford to hire another person.

After that, I never saw him again." Georgia Price finished, showing a curious expression, "What happened to him? You're here at our travel agency because of him."

"Yes, he's dead."

Georgia Price showed a surprised expression, "When did he die?"

"Yesterday afternoon."

"Oh my god, that's terrible.

I'm really sorry, but you've come to the wrong place; he hasn't been involved with this travel agency for six months now."

"No, I don't think so," Jack said, "You just mentioned Clint Mann is a client of your travel agency?"

"Yes, before their family trip, I spoke with him in this lounge. Is there a problem with that?"

Jack said, "Rochelle Horn died in Clint Mann's house."

"What?" Georgia Price was also puzzled, "How did those two know each other?"

"That's something you need to answer, one was your former employee, and the other is your travel agency's current client; they are both entangled in a murder case.

It's hard to believe this has nothing to do with your travel agency."

Georgia Price appeared a bit nervous, stroking her chin, thinking for a while, "No, that's not right, didn't you say Rochelle Horn died yesterday afternoon? Clint Mann's family should not have returned to Los Angeles by then.

He couldn't have killed Rochelle Horn."

Jack waved his hand, explaining, "I didn't say Clint Mann was the murderer, nor did I say Clint Mann was present.

I was merely stating that yesterday afternoon, Rochelle Horn died in Clint Mann's house.

Currently, West Travel Agency is their only connection."

"Wait, I swear, Rochelle Horn's death has nothing to do with our travel agency."

Jackson pressed on, "Then how did Rochelle Horn know Clint Mann's family was out traveling, and how did he get into Clint Mann's house?"

Georgia Price sighed and scratched her head, "Our company's client information and itineraries are recorded on the company's intranet, anyone with an account and password can log in to view them.

Rochelle Horn might have accessed client information through the intranet, then stayed in the client's house." The more Georgia Price spoke, the more sense it seemed, "Exactly, when I saw Rochelle Horn three months ago, he was already having financial issues, and seemed in quite a predicament, he might have even become homeless by now.

Many homeless people sneak into unoccupied houses."

Jackson asked, "Didn't you say Rochelle Horn left the company six months ago? Was his account still able to access the company's intranet?"

"In theory, no, as I had already canceled his account privileges... it shouldn't be possible for him to log in to the company intranet," Georgia Price said with a frown, also appearing somewhat perplexed.

Jackson pressed on, "How are accounts and passwords set up in your company?"

"The account is the abbreviation of the travel agency and each employee's name abbreviation, with an initial password of six zeros, which can be modified."

Jackson concluded, "So, that means as long as someone knows an employee's name abbreviation and obtains the password, they can log into the intranet?"

"Yes."

Jackson asked, "How long did Rochelle Horn work here?"

"More than three years."

Jackson speculated, "In more than three years, whether intentionally or unintentionally, obtaining a colleague's account and password isn't too difficult, don't you think?"

Georgia Price slapped her forehead, "That bastard has already left but still wreaks havoc on my company! What a damned bastard."

Jack followed up, "So, you killed him."

Georgia Price stood up, speaking loudly, "No, I said, I haven't seen him in at least three months.

I swear, I have nothing to do with his death." After speaking, Georgia Price's face drooped again, with a hint of pleading in her tone, "sir, can this matter not be told to client Clint Mann?"

Jack and Jackson exchanged a glance, neither speaking.

...

Robbery and Murder Department, Squad One.

After Luke listened to Jack's report, his brows furrowed slightly.

If the travel agency manager Georgia Price was not lying, and the deceased Rochelle Horn left the travel agency six months ago, why did he not tell his wife about the resignation?

Did he find a new job?

And why did he sneak into the travel agency's client Clint Mann's house?

From sneaking into Clint Mann's house during the broad daylight to drink alone, Luke deduced that he most likely did not find a regular job.

So what has he been doing during this time?

His whereabouts for a whole six months remain a mystery.

Perhaps only by figuring out his movements during those six months can the true cause of his death be uncovered.

Subsequently, Luke restructured the case and assigned team members to investigate Rochelle Horn's whereabouts and financial status over the past six months...