Luke pressed, "Then why did Jens Hauley's fiancée say he's been busy lately?"

Timo Jensen said, "Jens has been doing a part-time job recently, so he's been looking busier. I think that's the reason."

"Why is he doing a part-time job?"

"Jens and his girlfriend are engaged, they're planning to get married next summer.

Jens loves his girlfriend very much and hopes to give her an unforgettable wedding, which requires quite a bit of money.

So, he's been secretly working part-time, planning to surprise his girlfriend."

"Where is he doing his part-time job?"

"He's working as a security guard at a museum."

"What museum?"

"The Getty Museum, you should have been there."

"That's right, I actually visited there not long ago."

"How's his pay working as a security guard at the museum?"

"Not bad, it's quite a bit higher than the overtime pay at the police station, and it's easier, with no danger.

You should know that many officers do part-time security jobs, with experience, good shooting skills, and the ability to step up at critical moments; many security teams will hire police officers part-time."

"Have you also worked part-time as a security guard at the Getty Museum?"

"I haven't worked at the Getty Museum, but I've done security elsewhere, it's much easier than being a cop."

"How long has Timo Jensen been doing part-time at the Getty Museum?"

"About three months or so."

"How much income do you think he could have gotten during this time?"

"I haven't asked the specific amount, but it should be a few thousand US Dollars." Timo Jensen frowned slightly after saying this, "Why are you concerned about this? As far as I know, many officers, do similar part-time jobs. Is there a problem?"

Luke did not answer directly; part-time work is certainly fine, but judging from the two hundred thousand US Dollars found in Jens Hauley's warehouse, it's not just as simple as working part-time.

Jens Hauley working as a part-time security guard at the Getty Museum further proves that he might be related to the case of the stolen painting from the Getty Museum.

Later, Luke took out photos of individuals involved in another murder case for Timo Jensen to identify, but Timo Jensen hadn't seen those people before.

Besides the fact that the deceased was killed with the same pistol, no common point has been discovered in the two murder cases yet.

Now Jens Hauley has a connection with the case of the stolen painting from the Getty Museum.

If Jens Hauley was really victimized because of the painting robbery case, then the killer of Jens Hauley might be closely related to or even the same group as those who robbed the painting.

Luke felt it was necessary to delve deeper into the painting robbery case, and even consider investigating the two cases together.

...

Inside a black Ford Explorer.

Black sat in the passenger seat, the window half-open, holding a cigarette in his right hand, looking quite satisfied.

Jackson glanced at him while driving, "Where are we going now?"

Black said, "The bar on the east side of Micro Street."

"What are we going there for?"

"To find that Porsche Cayenne used for dumping the body."

Jackson stopped at the red light, "Even if we find the car, we might not find the person. Why not save a step and find the person directly."

"Rookie, let me tell you why." Black stubbed out the cigarette and said slowly, "For burying a body, you just need to dig a pit one meter deep, one and a half meters long, and sixty centimeters wide.

This amount of work isn't much, one person can handle it.

But wanting to destroy a car isn't that easy.

If you want to bury the car underground, you have to dig a huge pit, probably getting discovered and reported to the police before the pit is even finished.

If you want to destroy the car by burning, the thick smoke will catch people's attention too.

So cars are more easily discovered. If a good person discovers it, they might report it to the police.

If a bad person discovers it, it might get sold to the stolen car market.

Now do you know where we're going?"

Jackson shrugged, "This is the first time I've heard of a stolen car market being in a bar."

"There's no stolen car market in the bar, but I have an informant inside.

We're the police; going directly to the stolen car market isn't a good idea.

It's not according to the rules, and no one will want to deal with us in the future. Understand?

Rookie!"

"OK, since you're the Detective Chief." Jackson didn't argue any further, though he considered himself better than Marcus in overall detective abilities, when it came to dealing with gangsters, he was far behind, not to mention even Luke acknowledged Marcus's skill in this area.

Soon, the vehicle arrived on Micro Street, and pulled up in front of a bar.

The bar's name was DOC, easy to remember.

Black checked his handgun inside the car and then got out, scanning around, leading Jackson into the bar.

Sitting by a table on the right side by the wall was a bald black man, raising his glass to Black in greeting.

Black walked over to the bald black man, bumped fists, and hugged, "Hey, buddy, you're getting fatter, I can barely hug you."

"That's what my wife says too." The bald black man chuckled and looked at Jackson beside him, "Is this kid with you?"

Black waved his hand dismissively, "Don't mind him."

Jackson didn't sit with the two of them but took a seat by the adjacent table.

Black ordered a whisky and asked the bald black man, "Michael, how's business lately?"

"Haha, thanks to you, it's been good."

"Listen, I invited you here today to ask for a favor."

Michael put down his drink, "Go on."

"I want your help finding a missing car, a dark blue Porsche Cayenne, probably lost around the Olive Villa area...

Actually, we don't know the exact location; it's expanding outward from Olive Villa as the center."

Michael pursed his thick lips, "Wow, that's a big area, sounds tough to find."

"The place where the car disappeared is indeed hard to find, but there are only a few places where missing cars are dealt with, either your used car lot or a few others, legit dealers wouldn't dare accept such cars." Black took a sip of his drink, winked knowingly, "Buddy, be honest, is it at your place?"

"No, my guys haven't received any Porsche Cayenne recently."

Black waved, "No rush to answer, same old rules, if your people received it, I'll offer you an immunity deal.

If someone else's, just give me the name."

Michael lifted his glass, clinked it with Black's, "No problem, I'll ask around once I get back."

Black stood up, patted his shoulder, "Waiting for your news.

This one's on me."

After speaking, Black left twenty dollars, and walked out of the bar with Jackson.

After getting in the car, Jackson asked, "Is that it?"

Black stretched, adjusting to a comfortable position, "What else do you want?"

"How can you ensure he'll actually help and get the information? Does he have any benefit in it? That guy doesn't look like he's short of money, the little fee you give to informants might not be enough to buy him."

"Didn't I just say? If it was received by his people, as long as he handed the car over, he would get de facto immunity.If it wasn't received by his people, then it would be received by a competitor. They have familiar people in between; it's not hard to get the information.The stolen car market is just that big; if his associate suffers, he can expand and develop his business.Isn't that a benefit?"

"So you're saying your informants are also using the police to hit their competitors. This is how you rally informants?"

Black posed with his right hand on his chin, "Although I'm quite charismatic, it's hard to establish stable channels with them without enough benefits.Moreover, this is just one method among many; dealing with these guys isn't as simple as one might think."

Jackson chose to ignore the first part of the statement, "What if he doesn't want to help?"

Black dismissed the concern lightly, "Then we find his competitor."