"I don't know, that little punk sneaked off with my car yesterday morning and hasn't come back since."

Blackie took out a photo, "Is this your son?"

"Yes, if he admits it."

"Seems like your father-son relationship isn't too good?"

"That doesn't seem to be your business, right? Who exactly are you? What do you want with him?"

Blackie showed his badge, "We're LAPD."

The black man looked unsurprised, "What trouble has he caused now?"

"Sir, how should we address you?"

"Ronnie Bryant."

"Have you been to Roger's Supermarket near the community?"

"Yes, that supermarket is pretty good. I heard the boss behind the scenes is Korean.

When it comes to business, they really have more talent than African Americans. We often shop there and spend quite a bit."

"Did you know there was a shooting at that supermarket yesterday morning?"

"Yes, I know, but that has nothing to do with me." Ronnie Bryant paused, mouth agape, "Are you here because of the supermarket shooting?"

Luke said, "Sir, you don't need to be nervous. Someone saw him near the supermarket. We just want to talk to him about the situation at the time. That's all."

"Whether you believe it or not, I truly don't know where he is now."

"When did you last see him?"

"Yesterday morning, no, to be exact, the night before.

When I woke up this morning, I saw the car was gone, and I don't know when he took it. That kid doesn't know what respect means. I've tried my best to teach him."

"Sir, you said Brown Bryant took your car."

"Yes, I'm worried that naughty boy might have already sold it."

"Can you describe your car to me?"

"Sure, it's a white Volkswagen. My daughter loves that car."

"What's the license plate number?"

"4LET694"

Luke noted down the license plate number and sent it to the chat group.

Typed a message, "We are at Brown Bryant's house, he might have left with this car, check the movements of this car."

Luke put away his phone and continued asking, "Sir, apart from you, does Brown Bryant have any other relatives?"

"Of course, he has his mother and sister, if he admits it."

"I'd like to talk to them."

Ronnie Bryant shook his head, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Brown Bryant's mother is also his guardian. I think she has the right to know all this."

Ronnie Bryant stepped aside, "Okay, do as you please!"

Luke and Blackie walked to the house door, and Ronnie Bryant followed them, "Let me open the door."

Ronnie Bryant opened the door and shouted, "Honey, the LAPD is here. They want to talk to you, best not bring the kids out."

After a while, a white woman came out of the bedroom, "What are the police here for?"

Ronnie Bryant showed a helpless expression, gesturing to Luke and Blackie, "You should ask them yourself!"

Luke observed her, brown hair, plump figure, "Ma'am, how should we address you?"

"Delisa Bryant." The white woman retorted, "Sir, are you police?"

Blackie showed his badge again.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Do you have business with me?"

"To be exact, we're here for Brown Bryant because you're his guardian, so we're speaking with you first."

"My son, what's happened to him?"

"Do you know where he is?"

"I don't know. I didn't see him yesterday."

"When did you last see him?"

"It should have been the night before. He went back to his bedroom early and never came out again. The next day, when I woke up, he was already gone."

"Did he contact you during this period?"

"No, what exactly happened to him? If you don't tell me what's going on, I won't answer any more questions."

"Yesterday morning, there was a shooting at Roger's Supermarket, did you know?"

"Yes, I knew, but what does that have to do with my son?"

"A witness claims to have seen him at the supermarket; we want to ask him some questions."

"What do you mean by asking questions? Do you suspect he's involved with the shooting?"

"You don't need to be nervous; this is just routine questioning. Everyone who visited the supermarket, we need to check and ask."

Delisa Bryant breathed a sigh of relief, "But I really don't know where he is."

"Does he have a gun?"

"No, he's under 18, couldn't buy a gun."

"Does he have close friends?"

Delisa Bryant hesitated, "I'm not very sure."

"Has he been to Roger's Supermarket?"

"Yes."

"Has he had conflicts with anyone at the supermarket?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Has he recently had close interactions with anyone?"

"Hmm, recently I did see someone come looking for him."

"What's that person's name?"

"I don't know, only saw it was a white man around thirty."

"Can you describe his appearance?"

"He wore a black hat, about 1.8 meters tall, looked quite sturdy.

I can't remember anything else.

Brown's grown up, doesn't like me asking too much."

Ronnie Bryant added, "That should be a truck driver."

Luke asked, "How do you know?"

"I saw the truck association logo on his T-shirt."

Luke nodded, "Can you contact Brown Bryant?"

"No."

"Does he have a mobile phone?"

"No."

"Has he ever run away from home?"

"No."

"If he comes back, I hope you can contact me as soon as possible." Luke took out a business card and handed it to Brown Bryant.

Delisa Bryant showed a tense expression, "My son couldn't be the one attacking the supermarket; he doesn't have the guts."

Luke said, "You're right; we also don't think he's the gunman.

I just want to ask if he's seen the gunman, hopefully he can provide us some clues, that's all."

Delisa Bryant breathed a sigh of relief, "When he returns home, I'll make sure he goes to the police station and explains things to you personally."

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and a mixed-race little girl came out, "Mom, did Brown Bryant get into trouble again?"

"Oli, this doesn't concern you. Go back to your room immediately."

The little girl shrugged, "I knew it would be like this.

He's wanted to leave this house for a long time and even took our only car. Mom, thank you for giving me such a wonderful brother.

I'm crazy about him!"

Delisa Bryant's face grew increasingly unpleasant, "Shut up, hurry back to your room."

"Mr. and Mrs. Bryant, thank you for your cooperation." Luke greeted them and left with Blackie.

Blackie got into the car, saw Ronnie Bryant return to the yard to continue fixing the wooden fence.

He said with some emotion, "I suddenly feel somewhat grateful for growing up in a single-parent family.

I love my mom; she's the most amazing woman in the world."