The next day I woke up and found he had left a thousand US Dollars.

I was very surprised.

I hadn't seen such a large sum of money in a long time, and I originally planned to return it to him the next time we met.

But I couldn't control myself, and I quickly spent all the money.

Soon after, he came again, as usual, to drink and chat with me.

This time he left two thousand US Dollars.

I spent it all again.

The third time we met, we were still drinking and chatting, he said he wanted to introduce me to a job, where at least we could earn hundreds of thousands of US Dollars, and asked if I wanted to team up with him." George Sal sighed,

"If he had approached me the first time, asking me to team up with him, I might not have been willing.

But after two encounters, my thoughts changed.

Though a vagabond's life is carefree.

The feeling of spending money is even more exhilarating.

Hundreds of thousands of US Dollars would be enough to enjoy life for several years.

Why not?

Life won't be worse than it is now."

"In the Getty Museum painting theft case, what role did you play?"

"I was just following orders.

The professor arranged a residence for me, prepared weapons, and had me practice.

Then he sent me to Las Vegas to approach Davo Gali, the detective, to let him act as an insider for the painting theft.

Initially, I was worried I couldn't complete the task, but following the professor's plan, it surprisingly went smoothly.

Davo Gali needed money, so we lent him some, but he couldn't repay us, so I proposed the theft plan, promising him a large sum afterwards."

Anthony asked, "You mentioned a theft plan, why did it turn into a robbery?"

"The security measures at the Getty Museum were too tight, making the theft very difficult, and some actions of Davo Gali alarmed a security guard, who was also a policeman. Davo Gali got scared; he felt the theft plan was hard to execute, and even if it succeeded, the guard who noticed the issues might expose him.

He was very uneasy." George Sal licked his lips, "Can I have a cigarette?"

Jackson lit a cigarette and handed it to him.

"Thank you." George Sal took a few puffs, his expression eased somewhat, "Since Davo Gali wanted to back out, the theft plan had to be shelved, and the professor was very displeased.

So, as a fallback, he chose robbery instead.

Robbery has lower risks and difficulty, but the disadvantage is that you can't choose the painting; you get what you get.

But Davo Gali still didn't want to do it; he was worried that after the incident, the policeman would expose him.

To appease Davo Gali, the professor decided to eliminate the policeman."

Here it comes, here it comes, the main point.

Luke asked, "The policeman you're talking about is Patrol Officer Jens Hauley?"

"Yes."

"Who killed him?"

"Mamba."

"Is that a nickname?"

"Yes, I don't know her real name, only that her codename is 'Mamba'."

"Tell us about her situation."

"We don't know each other well and rarely discuss personal matters; I don't know her identity.

All I know is she's Black, probably not taller than 170cm, she rarely speaks, and is proficient with firearms; all our weapons are maintained by her."

"Where is she now?"

"I don't know."

The killer described by George matches the eyewitness account of the Black woman's silhouette, making it highly likely she is the one who killed Jens Hauley.

Luke lit another cigarette and handed it to George, "Try to recall anything about this 'Mamba', this woman is very important.

If you help us catch her, we'll help you."

George thought for a moment, "Mamba is very hard to get close to, very cold, and rarely speaks voluntarily.

However, she's close to 'Zorro'; perhaps 'Zorro' might know where she is?"

"Zorro was also involved in the painting robbery."

"Yes."

"How many groups were involved in the painting robbery?"

"Five.

The professor was the mastermind, planning and organizing the robbery.

Davo Gali was responsible for investigating the painting's transport time and route,

Mamba was proficient with firearms, and Zorro was skilled at lock-picking.

I was just a nobody, acting as a lobbyist, responsible for contacting Davo Gali.

The professor would never directly contact Davo Gali; he was very cautious.

That's about it."

"Tell us about 'Zorro'."

George puffed on a cigarette, staring at the warehouse roof, "He's a white guy, tall and thin, hooked nose, long hands and feet, and the deepest impression he gave me was that his hands were beautiful, very nimble, skilled in magic tricks, and the most talkative among us.

I guess he might be a magician."

Luke said, "He told you?"

"No, he slipped while we were chatting, plus he has many magic props."

"Do you know where he performs?"

"No, I estimate it wouldn't be a big venue; I have never seen him before or heard of him, should be an unknown small-time magician."

"Where is he from?"

"Listening to his accent, sounds like Los Angeles."

"How old is he?"

"About 30."

Luke said to Jackson nearby, "Open the magician registration site and let George help identify.

Focus on registered magicians in Los Angeles area, aged between 25 and 35."

"Good idea." Anthony smiled, pointing to George nearby, "Don't say we didn't give you a chance.

If you want to walk out of this warehouse yourself, find that bastard, understand?"

"I understand."

Under Jackson's supervision, George began checking the magician registration site, which had photos, names, birth dates, and magic specialties of magicians.

Being a magician is a polarized career, with a high ceiling like star magician David Copperfield, who earns sixty million US Dollars a year.

The lower end is quite low, with some unknown magicians performing on the streets, with unstable incomes.

About an hour later, George raised his head, "Sir, if I find 'Zorro', does it count as an achievement?"

Anthony replied, "Absolutely."

"What are the benefits for me?"

"We can turn you into a key witness and significantly reduce your sentence."

George looked again at Luke.

Luke also agreed, "He's right."

"I found him." George took a deep breath, operated the computer for a while, flipped through several pages of magician information, and pointed to a person named David Marco,

"It's him."

Luke opened the detailed information, "Can you confirm that?"

"Yes, it's him."

The information showed his photo, age, magic specialty, and registration address.

However, this registration address wasn't his residence but a bar named Meilket.

Luke noted the address and said to Anthony nearby, "I'll leave him to you, I'm going to Meilket Bar to investigate."

Anthony rolled his eyes, "Going together, don't think you can ditch me."

Luke glanced at his watch, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Three in the afternoon.

Luke and Anthony arrived at Meilket Bar.

At this time, there weren't many customers in the bar, only a few tables occupied.

Luke walked to the bar counter, glancing around the surroundings and the staff.

Anthony knocked on the bar counter, speaking to the bartender, "Two glasses of whiskey, with ice."

The bartender skillfully poured two drinks and placed them in front of Luke and Anthony.

Luke took a sip, pursed his lips, "Is your bar always this quiet?"

The bartender said, "It's still early, if you come a few hours later, you probably won't even find a place to sit."

Luke seemingly casually asked, "Is there any show tonight?"

"Tonight we have a singer, you can make song requests."

"Is there a magic show?"

"About two or three magic shows a month."

"Who's the magician?"

"David." After saying this name, the bartender laughed, "Haha, not the David you're thinking of, but David Marco."