Sudan Road Celebration

means

David Cherry

St. Petersburg, Florida

© 2020 David Celley ISBN: 978-1-64718-695-1

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Chapter I

Sudan winds through the barren, empty, dusty fields of Los Angeles County, where rich real estate growth is taking risks elsewhere. But it provides a perfect scene for the largest criminal plot and cover up in Southern California’s history.

On Thursday night, the day before Memorial Day, at the Paradise Cove night club located in the middle of Sudan Road, a slim Asian woman accidentally met a much larger Latino on her way to the women’s toilet. The tall woman turned quickly. After they exchanged a few words, the Asian woman continued to walk to the women’s toilet, but was pushed to the ground from behind by a tall woman. The Asian woman stood up and stared at the Latin. They exchanged a few words. Then the tall woman grabbed her, punched her, and pushed her to a nearby table. The fight continued. Another Latin joined the fight, grabbed the Asian woman, and put her arm behind her.

In a few seconds, all the eyes of the nightclub were focused on these women, who had a showdown. Subsequently, the crowd around the combatants spontaneously flocked to the side door exit leading to the parking lot. This unbalanced battle continues. This unfortunate Asian woman is beaten to the ground and constantly kicked. Suddenly, two men walked into the middle of the quarrel and pushed away the attacker. One of the men announced that the victim was seriously injured and needed to go to hospital. In the ridicule and abuse of two Latinos and some people, two men carefully picked up the Asian woman on the truck. They carefully put her into the truck and drove away.

Until 8:00 the next morning, an office clerk parked her car in the parking lot of the multi-storey office building where she worked. She noticed a shoe sticking out from under the branch of the bush. The shoes didn’t seem to fit, so she decided to take a closer look. She screamed when she reached out to pick it up. This pair of shoes is tied to the feet of a young Asian woman.

A colleague from her office ran over on the way in to see what was happening. She pointed at the shoes. There was hardly any wreckage behind the branches. Most of the female victims were broken and bloodstained. Only half of the victim’s head looks intact. The initial shock upset Ms. Li. To make matters worse, the victim’s face showed an expression of surprise, as if she had been abused or tortured before being beaten to death. The colleague called 911 until the police arrived, and the two stayed at the scene.

The first responder blockaded the area and used it as a potential crime scene. After a while, Detective Sergeant Carlos Aguilar of the Port Gate Branch of the Los Angeles Police Department and his partner, Harry Li, arrived. Although Aguilar is only 5 feet 10 inches tall, he has a strong physique. As an 18 year veteran of the police force, he has been engaged in killing people for the past 11 years. Even what he has encountered in this period of time(plus five years of heavyweight boxing career) can not make him ready for what he sees. His head writhed violently as he stared at the victim’s body.

When the policeman stood nearby, Aguilar said: “The victim did not seem to struggle too much.”

The office building is 6 storeys high, and there are shrubs around the first floor, occasionally covered by palm trees. Li carefully searched the nearby area and found other items that could identify the wallet, wallet or victim. Later he said, “I can’t see anything around her that will help me identify her.”

Aguilar said: “The question now is whether this is a crime scene.” “Or is this the place where the body was abandoned?”

Harry paused. He was six feet tall, slightly taller than Aguilar. He is an immigrant from South Korea and has worked in the Los Angeles Police Department for seven years. His name was Li and later changed to Hariri. Aguilar’s job included guiding him, so he became an apprentice for a year and a half. Harry said, “I don’t see any blood except where the victim’s body is.”

“Look under that car,” Aguilar walked to the parking lot a few feet away. Harry saw an almost invisible red spot under the front bumper.

Aguilar said, “Go into the office and see whose car it is.” If we can move it away, we won’t have to drag it out of the transportation department.

When Harry walked into the car and found the owner, Aguilar climbed into the bushes to check the body. Although the victim’s coat and torso were damaged, she was still dressed. Aguilar noticed that the zipper of his trousers was sagging.

Soon after, Harry came back with the car owner, who immediately drove his car away. There were several bloodstains in the empty parking lot.

Aguilar said, “We should call CSI and get blood samples.” “They will not destroy another forensic evidence, but will remove the woman’s body. I hope you can search the other side of the building to prove who the victim is and how she came here. No matter who did this, you can throw her handbag into the trash or throw it away.”

While waiting for CSI, Aguilar received a statement from the woman who found the body. After completing a fruitless search, Harry took several photos of the victims with his mobile phone. When CSI arrived and started working, the two agents returned to the office of the Port Community Police Department near San Pedro.

Aguilar opened a spreadsheet to connect to the computer and submit the police report. Because of the need for many general details, the two detectives made up most of them. The exact location where the body was found is outside the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles Police Department. Because this building

The parking lot is actually a few yards from Torrens. In order to confirm the jurisdiction, Aguilar asked his colleagues to confirm whether the site was really near Hubbgate.

Aguilar said, “I found the body in the parking lot at the corner of West Street and Carson Street.” “It was in the bushes about 100 feet west of the main entrance of the office building. The body was badly hit, and there was no sign of fighting. We think the crime happened somewhere else, and the body was just thrown there.”

“Well, it should be at the border of Torrance,” said the senior detective, looking at the computer map of the area. “But if the crime scene is somewhere else, I received a call from the Los Angeles Police Department. The form should indicate that it is within our jurisdiction. By the way, the victim is a woman. Do you have a picture of the body?”

Aguilar said: “Harry took some pictures, but he is not here now.” “The victim can be said to be an Asian woman. She was beaten to pieces.”

“The reason why I asked this question is that last night I received a phone call saying that two women had a big quarrel in Sepulveda, a bar called Paradise Bay. You should ask the bartender there, one of whom may be Asian.”

According to the tips of senior detectives, Aguilar and Li visited the nightclub in Paradise Bay on the night of its opening. Paradise Cove has another large parking lot building, which is located behind a higher office building. The nightclub is far from the street,

Make it invisible to pedestrians. A burly cook with a short beard called the police and explained: “The Asian girl walked past several Mexican girls and passed one of them. The fight started.”

The bartender said to them, “It was not naive at first, but later there was a quarrel and pushing and shoving. I went back from behind the bar to break the deadlock. I didn’t have time to arrive, and some onlookers pushed the whole mob to the parking lot.”

Harry provided photographs of the murder victims. “Is one of the participants like this?” Then according to the photo, the victim’s face was almost illegible.

The bartender made a face when he saw the photo. Then he said: “I think so. I really didn’t see her clearly once. We have a security camera, and you can identify her from it.”

Then Aguilar said. “What happened to the parking lot?”

“Yes, everyone has gone out. At that time, I called the police. But I should have seen what happened to our assistant manager. I saw him walk out the door along the mob.”

The young assistant manager was present, and two agents interviewed him. He said, “I went out and just followed three women into the parking lot after a group of customers.” “They all stood around and watched the two Latin girls beat the poor Asian girl callously. I pushed through the crowd to disperse her. Before I could move forward, the other two picked up the Asian girl from the ground. They took her away. My sister in the crowd.” Shouting to take her to the hospital. ”

You see them both. Ah, are the Samaritans all right? Aguilar said.

“I can only say they are two Hispanics,” said the assistant manager. One of them is taller and has a ponytail.

“Did you see them put her car?” Aguilar said.

“I don’t know. At that moment, people began to make noises. Some Asian and Mexican customers were screaming and pushing and shoving. Before the police arrived, we should try to restore order.”

During the interview, the bar guest overheard the conversation opened his mouth. “They beat that Asian girl, farted and urinated,” he said.

Did you track the fight outside? Harry said.

“Of course,” said the customer. He is a white male of about 60 years old, with a straight face. “As I said, they beat the Asian girl to the ground and kicked her.”

“See the two men who took her?” Aguilar said.

“One is quite tall Mexican, and the other is relatively short. That little guy doesn’t look like the people around here. I mean, he doesn’t look like a native Mexican like you.”

Aguilar paused and commented on the speaker. He does not want to discuss social interaction is correct, but needs to better describe one of the participants. “You mean it doesn’t look like chocolate?” He finally said.

The bartender looked back at Aguilar and said. Yes, not like chocolate.

“Did you see where they took her?” Harry said:” They put her behind a gray truck

I drove there.

Where does the truck stop? Harry said.

The bartender looked at Harry as if he were mute. “At the end of the parking lot,” he said.

Then Aguilar said. When you were in the bar, did you not hear what caused this quarrel from the guests in other bars?

“No, but when I started pushing, I said ‘Be careful, Lisa’.”

“One of them is Lisa,” Aguilar said. ” “Do you know what it is?”

“No.”

After the two policemen talked with the bar customers, the assistant manager took out a CD of the security video sequence. Harry then said, “Did you notice that someone took this battle video with his mobile phone?” “. He realized that the security video would not show what was happening in the parking lot.

The assistant manager shook his head. The bartender said. “No.”

The two detectives then walked out of the door and looked around the parking lot. “I want to know if there is any forensic evidence,” said Harry. “It looks clean.”

“I didn’t see anything,” Aguilar said. Someone may have hosed down the parking lot afterwards.

Harry said, “I want to know why we don’t use mobile phones to make videos or take photos anywhere.”

Aguilar said: “It borders on some rival factions, with Mexicans on one side and Asians on the other.” If someone makes a video of a gang fight, they may face retaliation.

“Do you think this is a fight related to gangs?” Harry said. “No, I didn’t,” Aguilar said. “There is no such thing.”

The characteristics of gang struggle. But if the onlookers think so, they will not take any pictures.

“It doesn’t look like an ordinary bar fight,” said Harry. “I mean, when people pushed it out of the door so quickly and entered the parking lot, the security camera disappeared. Two men drove a truck, parked their car nearby, and took away the victim. People stopped the assistant manager of the club, but the situation was not clear. All this seemed to be planned.”

“Yes, but what you said just now is not the usual situation in the gang struggle.”

If it’s not a gang, what is it?

“I don’t know, maybe it’s a professional competition.”

If this is a blow, why is an innocent young woman being shot pointlessly?

“In order to answer this question, we must first find out who the victim is,” Aguilar said

Chapter VII

Aguilar sat at the table. Two policemen went to the ticket office with heavy Latinos. When she was booked, Aguilar looked through the photos he got from the security CD of the nightclub. The match was not perfect, but the perpetrator in his murder investigation seemed to have just been dragged in through the front door. When the suspect was accused of shoplifting, Aguilar went to observe her carefully, because he was sure that she was indeed consistent with his photo, He asked two police officers to take her to the interrogation room after being sued.

Before entering the interrogation room, Aguilar received a copy of the shop theft report from the arrested police officer. He sat at the table opposite the suspect, and Harry stood against the wall.

“Your name is Maria Maldonado,” Aguilar said. His low-key monotony sometimes makes the suspects he interrogates not take him seriously.

“Yes,” Maldona said coldly. “You are suspected of stealing in Macy’s Department Store.” Aguilar

“Do you want to tell me this?” “Who the fuck are you?”

“I am a policeman in another case.”

“Well, I don’t have to tell you anything.” “You don’t have to. But I think you should.”

Maldonado wore sleeveless shirts with various tattoos on his arms and neck. Aguilar carefully examined these covers when chatting with her, and found the connection with the local gang. He said: “The cosmetics you caught look like they are worth about 100 dollars.”

“So?”

Aguilar noticed that Maldonado was working in the warehouse. He said, “There are about two or three people in Mount Kino. This will really ruin your weight lifting life in Santa Fe Hot Spring.”

I don’t need to hear that. What the fuck do you want?

Harry turned on his computer and turned on the monitor hanging high on the wall, showing the security CD of the nightclub fight.

“Did you go to Paradise Bay to drink that night?” Aguilar said.

Maldona also began to wriggle visibly in his chair. The cold expression was replaced by the strong expression. “What about that?” then.

Aguilar said. “You and your friend quarreled with an Asian woman much younger than you.” Harry froze the picture and enlarged it so that Aguilar could confirm the tattoo of the woman and the tattoo on the security video.

“Nothing.”

“Who are you with?”

“Don’t say anything!”

Harry ran the sequence several more times according to Aguilar’s request. That Asian woman is about half your size. Do you two still spank her? Aguilar said.

Maldona also sat quietly in his chair. But the sweat on her forehead showed that her fear was growing rapidly.

“I don’t want to tell you who your friends are,” Aguilar said. “Then you must commit murder yourself.”

Maldona also began to have difficulty breathing. “What crime of homicide?” Then she stared at Aguilar with wide eyes.

Aguilar said: “If you don’t tell me what happened to the club and parking lot, I will tell you in a few minutes.”

Maldona also said, “That girl kicked me when she passed by.”

Oh, really? When did that happen? Aguilar said.

Harry shows a series of concrete events, proving that he did not kick Madonna and ran the sequence one by one.

“I can’t see where she kicks you,” Aguilar said.

“It doesn’t mean shit,” she said. “Because you replaced it with a mess, it wouldn’t be exposed.” Her voice was just growling.

Aguilar said, “Then these people standing around pushed the three of you into the parking lot.” “What happened outside?”

“Shit, I don’t want to say anything. I want to fuck me with changed shit. Milda!”

“The body of this Asian woman was found a few blocks away and dumped in the bush next to the office. Who are the two men who took her out of the parking lot?”

His mother, I didn’t know there were two people in the parking lot, and she didn’t die.

Then Aguilar showed the photos of Lisa Wan’s seriously injured body in the front folder. “Did you do that?” then.

Maldona also looked at the photos for a while, and she hummed, “Mom, no, I didn’t do that. Anyway, there is that girl.”

“Why is she like this?”

Listen, I just told you why. Maybe you should clean your ears of shit.

Aguilar remained calm. You killed her, didn’t you? then.

You’re a fucking liar. I’m going to spank you now.

Aguilar sat down, but Maldona jumped out of his chair. Her fists held together as if she were ready to fight. She did not know that Aguilar was a professional boxer, but now she has no fat. Harry walked around carelessly until Maldonado followed him closely.

“Want to prick my mouth?” Aguilar said. “What stopped you? You’re not in jail yet.”

Maldona also began to lose control. She said, “You are just a his mother punk, decoration.” Then she hit Aguilar in the face with her right fist. He was as agile as a jaguar. He covered his fist with his left hand and grabbed her right arm. He slammed her right arm with his left hand and threw her down in front of the table. After a while, Aguilar released his hand. When dealing with the attack attempt, he showed her his teeth to surprise her. Harry took her in his arms and immediately returned the handcuffs to her. Then he pushed her onto the chair.

Aguilar said quietly after the riots ended. “Let me ask you again, who are the two guys who took that Asian woman out of the parking lot?”

Maldonado did not answer. Instead, she just stared at the corner of the room. She was still breathing hard, but slowly began to calm down.

Aguilar said. “That Asian woman was killed by you.” “Now you have a choice. Please tell me who your friends were in the bar and who took her away. Or you may be killed alone, but they sit and laugh.”

Maldonado stared at the corner of the room.

After a while, Aguilar finally said. “Yes, I went back to the reservation desk again.”

Aguilar accused Maldona of second degree murder. He believed that the accusation was difficult to prove and explained what he knew to his boss, Captain Bill Clyde. Crad is a 30-year veteran with a short temper. He thinks Aguilar doesn’t have enough evidence to prove second degree murder. He sent two detectives into the city to ask the local prosecutor for a lawyer.

The district attorney’s headquarters is located in the judicial hall on the north side of the City Hall in downtown Los Angeles, across Chinatown and Hollywood Expressway. This elegant ancient building was built in 1925 and recently renovated to better protect against earthquakes. The two detectives, holding evidence documents, were handed over to Richard Frederick, the assistant district attorney who prosecuted the nightclub incident. Frederick was relatively young, but after graduating from law school, he spent his entire career working as a District Attorney in Los Angeles County. His recent experience is mainly violent crimes such as homicide. His conviction rate was more than 80 per cent, making him comparable to most federal prosecutors.

After a cursory examination of the evidence, Frederick said. “How can you be accused of murder in this matter? What really happens here is a fight in the bar. I don’t know whether the victim died in the fight, her two guys were taken away, or other people died.”

“I agree,” Aguilar said. “But we must catch Maldonado. She has nothing to do with any local gangs. The tattoo on her neck may mean that she is involved in other gangs on the border. I believe she protects others in this matter.”

“Based on her behavior in the parking lot, does the witness’s testimony support the suspicion of murder?” Frederick said.

Aguilar said: “The witness just promised that there was a fierce quarrel. The victim was beaten and kicked unconscious while lying on the sidewalk. They promised the two guys. They played a kind Samaritan and took her out.”

Frederick further considered the contents of the document. “Do you believe that Maldona also killed that Asian woman? Or both of them?”

Aguilar said, “The coroner cannot answer this question.” “The victim’s body was fatally shocked and lost too much blood. The exact time of her death will never be determined.”

Harry added: “The suspect claimed that the victim was still alive when he was taken away.”

“Of course, she did,” Frederick said. “She knew that if we believed the victim was alive when he was removed from the parking lot, she would not be charged with murder.”

Frederick read the documents in the document, then closed the document and said: “The coroner cannot determine the exact time of the victim’s death. This simple fact can make the suspect unable to be convicted of any crime other than serious assault.” “We need more evidence to insist on the prosecution. But now, according to her behavior in the bar, I will agree to the prosecution of manslaughter. We can see from the CD that she raped the victim. This will delay her for a while. But then we will accept your complaint before the judge.” It should be my son. It’s hard to find her guilty. Not to mention that the murder was a second degree murder. He returned the evidence documents to Aguilar.

When they returned to the office, Aguilar asked Harry. “Have you contacted everyone on the victim’s friends list?”

“All except one Randy Vo,” said Harry. “We tried to go beyond the chase, but it seemed that he must have left the village.”

“Do other friends have anything to say?”

They all like Lisa and are sick of what happened to her.

“Can they explain where they were on the night of the murder?”

“All except Randy Vo.”

Aguilar said: “Yes, I will give the list to the missing person, and then talk to Sergeant Simpson.” “Tell Simpson. We are trying to find the Randibo boy as an important witness. He said he owed me a favor, so I sent you here.”

Before leaving the office in the evening, Aguilar answered the phone at his desk. My name is Jay Phillips. He is looking for a story.

“Well, newsboy,” he said, “you may have won a big prize. We were arrested in a nightclub murder today.”

“Great!” Jay said. “Let me understand the whole story.”

When dealing with reporters, Aguilar was not a novice. He only disclosed the exact amount of information that he expected to see in the newspaper the next day. It turned out that if Jay wrote a good article, he could publish it.

Chapter 24

Later in the afternoon, Naven Williams drove to find his daughter a few miles away. He had a washer and dryer in the garage, so he usually stayed for dinner. On that day, he got in the car and started the engine. When he turned to leave the parking lot, He saw a man standing behind his car smoking. Ben waited a moment to see if the man could move and motioned to stand aside. When nothing happened, He turned to see what the man’s problem was. To his surprise, someone stood outside the door and blocked him.

“Wow!” He said from the falling window, “You scared me, man. What’s the matter? I think…”

Before he finished saying this, the man beside him waved a pistol and aimed directly at his abdomen. Then he fired two shots, hitting Ben in the upper abdomen and chest. Ben tilted forward and hit his head on the steering wheel. He died on the spot.

The man at the window carefully stuffed the pistol into his pants under his shirt. Then he walked quickly to the back of the car. When he joined the others, they began to run towards the gray truck parked nearby.

Aguilar and Li received another homicide call. When they drove back to the police station, they received a call from the Renaissance Manor about the murder. Harry immediately left the highway and returned to the Renaissance Manor. There, they found Ben Williams shot dead in the driver’s seat. The first responders at the scene have blocked the main parking lot. After Aguilar and Lee checked Ben’s position, the medical staff moved the body to the ground a few feet from the front seat of the car. The police at the scene showed the detectives a witness. Aguilar asked Harry to obtain the information of witnesses while further investigating the crime scene.

The witness, Mrs. Alma Robinson, is a roommate of Renaissance Manor. She was walking towards her building when the murder took place.

“Mrs. Robinson,” said Harry. “Please tell me what you saw and heard.”

She pointed to the two places and said, “I was going back to my apartment at the bus stop over there.” “There were two bangs like firecrackers coming from here,” she pointed out the source of the gunshot again.

“See anyone over there?” Harry said.

“I stopped and turned around, as if there were gunshots. There were two Mexicans standing beside the car. One was behind the car, and the other was beside the window. Then they all ran away.”

“See where you went?”

“They got into a pickup truck and parked far from the corner. Then they drove away somewhere.”

“Can you tell me what it looks like?”

“Well, they are Mexican. One is taller than the other. They are walking. But then they started to run very fast and wanted to leave here.”

Is the big man standing next to or behind the bus? “Behind that.”

“Can you tell me what they are wearing?”

“One of them was wearing khaki, which is the only thing I remember.”

Then Harry showed her the photos of Suarez. “Does the big guy look like this?”

Mrs. Robinson looked at the picture and said, “I don’t see his face, but he has a ponytail.”

Harry said, “Have you noticed anything else? Even small things can be important.”

Mrs. Robinson thought for a moment and said. The man standing behind the car was smoking, and he threw his cigarette away when they left.

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Thank you for your help,” he said. Then he gave her his business card and asked her to call if she remembered anything.

When Harry was talking to the witness, Aguilar was checking the crime scene. He noticed the bullet hole in the pilot’s chair. He further noticed that they might still be in the interior because they did not leave behind the chair. With a thin knife, he carefully removed the bullet from the place where it fell. He found two used cartridges, both as evidence. Then he called the LAPD Center and told CSI that he had taken two bullets from the crime scene for laboratory examination.

When prompted by Mrs. Robinson, Harry went to the car and began to look for cigarette butts. He checked the parking lot around both sides. He checked the rear and front of the car, but found nothing. He stood behind the bus for a moment, facing the driver’s side window. Then he imagined how he would throw away his cigarettes if he had to leave suddenly, just as he wanted to reproduce the behavior of prisoners. He turned straight to the right, passed an empty parking lot, and went to the next parking lot. After checking, he found what he was looking for under the tire. He carefully picked it up with tweezers and put it in the evidence bag. Then he returned to the driver of the car, and Aguilar was still searching in the car.

“What is it?” Aguilar said that Harry took out a plastic evidence bag.

“A cigarette butt,” said Harry. “The witness said that he saw a man with a ponytail standing behind the car smoking.”

“Great!” Aguilar said. If we can get the DNA sample of Suarez, we can leave him at the murder scene.

Shortly afterwards, two detectives completed their investigation and sent the evidence to the laboratory. On the way to the laboratory, Harry said, “Didn’t the newsboy say that the man’s life was threatened a few days ago?” “.

“Yes,” Aguilar said. The News said that I heard Brendan Milwood saying on the phone that he would kill Ben Williams.

“Doesn’t that mean we have our own people? It’s no accident that threats become facts.”

“We can’t arrest him for this, but we can really have a long and pleasant chat with him.”

After the evidence was sent to the laboratory, the two detectives drove directly to Millwood Property Management Company and stopped Brendan Millwood when he finished his work that day. They only showed their ID cards and were exempted from formalities. Then they pushed Milwood into the office. Milwood sat at the table and stood in front of him.

“Mr. Millwood,” Aguilar said. “We want to talk to you. Another person related to Renaissance Manor was killed this afternoon.”

Milwood seemed at a loss. “Oh, really?

Who is that? then.

“Ben Williams,” Aguilar hesitated for a moment. Milwood hesitated before asking other questions.

So, what do you want me to do? He finally said.

Aguilar thought Milwood’s reaction was imprudent. He motioned to Harry to close the door of Millwood’s office. Aguilar said Ben Williams is the president of Harrogate Community Housing. “That’s a company that owns Renaissance Manor. He was shot while sitting in a car in the parking lot of the project.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” Milwood said gently. He began to organize his briefcase.

Aguilar said, “This is the second person related to the Renaissance Manor. He has been killed in the past 30 days.” “The other is Li Shawan, an accountant. Don’t you know what model there is? The accountant was killed. A few weeks later, the president of the holding company was killed. Don’t you think it’s a coincidence?”

“I have nothing to do with these two murders, I’m just trying to.”

“But you do have a lot to do with Renaissance Manor, don’t you?” Aguilar interrupted Milwood and raised his voice.

Milwood looked at Aguilar. “I am the managing agent of Renaissance Manor,” he concluded. “I am not Ben Williams or any other Portgate community housing company, but I manage here. Yes, in fact, I have a lot of work to do there.”

Aguilar said, “Then you can tell me why Renaissance Manor paid more money to Nanwan Community Association than the amount on the invoice.” His voice is almost out now. “You can tell me why this paid check will be cashed from the bank, right? Anyway, you run this company, so you need to know the answer.”

“Listen, I don’t know anything about the payment,” Milwood said trembling. That’s Lisa’s business, not mine.

Aguilar said: “A large amount of cash flows from the Renaissance Manor to the South Bay Community Association.” “The kind of money that the accounting system can’t track. Does that mean they have bribery funds?”

“You asked the wrong person,” Milwood said roundly. You should ask them if they have any bribery funds.

Then Harry shook the copy of the $14000 check from Renaissance Manor. This check is for Nanwan Community Association. The bottom is Milwood’s cause of death.

“Isn’t that your signature?” Aguilar said.

Milwood looked at it. “So I wrote a check,” he replied. “What do you mean?”

“That should mean you know the purpose of that check, right?” Aguilar said.

“The bookkeeper handed me a check for more than $2000 for me to sign. This is the company’s policy.”

“Did you sign without knowing what they were doing?”

Milwood was sweating with his pen. “All right,” he said. “Enough, enough. I want to talk to my lawyer.”

Aguilar picked up the receiver from Milwood’s desk and handed it to him. “Call him,” he said.

Milwood’s lawyer met them in the police area and advised his client not to say anything. Detectives continued to pester Milwood, discussing murders, cheques and what he knew was the South Bay Community Association’s bribery fund. Without answering for some time, Milwood was released.

Late that night, the laboratory report was published in the Los Angeles Police Department’s confidential database. The report shows that the bullet marks are consistent with those found in two other unsolved homicides. Both incidents were related to the Nanwan Community Association and the same gun.

“Now we know where the gang headquarters are,” said Harry.

Aguilar said, “Ben Williams was shot at about 4 pm.” “Nanwan Community Association is closed at around 5:00 today. Maybe the prisoners haven’t been paid yet.”

Harry said, “I think it means we are going to South Bay early in the morning.”

“I think you are right,” Aguilar said.

Coincidentally, Ben Williams’ prisoner appeared at the South Bay Community Association office to get paid. Aguilar and Li drove to Torrance at 6:30 in the morning to settle there. Similarly, they strategically park to observe who passes through the office door and minimize their presence.

As time went by, they watched the employees walk through the front door one by one. Then Harry said. “Isn’t Napier the rich man in this operation?”

“Yes,” Aguilar stared at the entrance of the building.

“Well, since he was arrested, why did the prisoner come back to get his salary? I mean, someone must have filled the job.”

“This is a good idea. Others must pay. Either here or somewhere else.”

“How do we know this new rich man works here?”

“We don’t know. But I know where the money is.

This is our only leading edge at present.

At about 11:30, a woman came out of the front door with a briefcase.

“Does she look familiar?” Aguilar said. “Yes, but I don’t remember where it came from,” said Harry. She is the woman who controls the money in the safe.

“Where did she get her briefcase full?” said Harry as he started the car.

Ms. Li enters the car and drives to the exit of the parking lot. The two detectives followed her car at will and carefully placed her in a conspicuous place rather than together. She took them to the public park, which is quiet on weekday mornings. She came out of the car with a briefcase and sat at a nearby picnic table. She began to read magazines, apparently waiting for someone to show up.

Harry parked their unmarked police car in a small street near the entrance to the park. Aguilar could see the woman with the briefcase through his binoculars. Harry is going to shoot the deal with a digital camera with a powerful remote lens. After a while, a gray truck came along the road and drove into the parking lot. It is built in the inclined space beside the crosswalk around the park. The outstanding ones are two Latin Americans, medium height, slightly tall, with ponytails. They approached the woman sitting at the table on Ramadan Eve. Through a brief conversation, they got their briefcases. Suarez with his ponytail opened it, and Aguilar could clearly see that it was full of neat notes. Harry pressed more than a dozen photos, and all this happened.

Aguilar said quietly. “Start the car and slowly move up.

Don’t draw anyone’s attention.

Harry put his camera on the back seat and drove into the parking lot. At the same time, the conversation on the outdoor dinner table ended and the two suspects walked towards the truck. Then Harry parked the car a few feet behind the truck and stuck it in the parking lot. Two detectives pulled out their pistols. After getting out of the car, Aguilar said, “Police!” Give a shout. The man with the briefcase stopped a few feet in front of the truck. He looked straight at Aguilar and saw the mysterious man he had been chasing. The impact of black hair and drooping eyes directly left marks in Aguilar’s mind.

Despite the noise, Suarez climbed onto the truck and slid onto the seat next to the driver. Aguilar now knew that he was Elpuma. He was carrying a briefcase with money in it.

“Bahel Marundin!” Aguilar said to him. Put the box down! El Puma bent down slowly and put the box on the ground.

Before Suarez closed the truck driver’s side door, Harry said, “Get out of the car!” He shouted.

Suddenly, Suarez slammed the door and made a loud, laborious noise. Aguilar instinctively turned his head into a voice. Elfma quickly took a pistol from his belt and aimed it at Aguilar. He was caught outside. Elpuma opened fire and two bullets went straight into the door behind Aguilar. When Harry opened fire on Suarez, Aguilar immediately jumped behind the trunk of the car and dodged. Elpuma shot Aguilar again when he was running, hitting the closed back door. Aguilar shot at the attacker behind the car, cutting his leg, and the two continued to exchange fire.

Harry continues to shoot the driver, and Suarez starts the truck to reverse. He ran backwards, hit the detective’s car and hit Aguilar’s butt straight. Elpma quickly responded to this concern and threw the briefcase into the truck compartment. He jumped head down into the bay and Suarez shifted gears. Aguilar stood up and fired at him again. Bullets returned to hit cars, trucks, public toilets in the park and a nearby palm tree.

Harry tried to shoot Suarez many times. Suarez had already dived when he drove away. Suarez drove over the curb to the sidewalk in the park, bypassing the car parked by the detective. He rushed into the parking lot and directly hit the wires of two agents. Aguilar reloaded and fired eight shots, while Harry fired five. The bullet entered again through the pilot’s side door, through the open window, and into the side line around the truck’s cargo compartment. It is noteworthy that no suspects were shot. The pickup truck walked along the parking lot to the street, and then turned right.

The detectives returned to the car to pursue them. When they turned and walked to the exit, the woman with the briefcase backed away from the parking lot and blocked their way. Harry honked his horn, and Aguilar shouted to her outside the carriage window to get out of the way. She slowly drove to the exit and stopped there for a while. Behind her, Harry whistled again, and Aguilar finally turned right and drove into the street.

Once, in the street, Harry accelerated behind her. They raced past her to catch up with the truck. The truck is approaching the entrance of 405 Expressway. Aguilar picked up his wireless phone and called for support, trying to get the helicopter to join the chase. After a few minutes, the traffic on the highway slowed down the truck and could catch up with the detectives. When Harry pulled the car to the back,

Elpuma shot at the back door of the bay with one hand and left the detective’s windshield.

“Relax! ” Aguilar said. “We can’t shoot on the highway.” Harry slowed down and drove the truck farther. Then they saw that it was going along the transition road to the east lane of 105 Expressway. They followed closely, but failed temporarily in the traffic on Highway 105.

“This is where we need helicopters,” Aguilar said. He tried again to get helicopters to join the chase. Then they found the truck again. It entered Prairie Avenue from the expressway and disappeared in Inglewood Enshaw District. After they left, they continued to search the area for gray trucks. They checked the area north of the highway, but they found no results. Then Harry said that they might have gone south after leaving the highway. With helicopters and other police cars involved in the search and rescue, the two detectives turned south to Hawthorne and Gardner. But after carefully searching the streets of the area, they found no trace of the gray truck or one of the passengers.

Helicopters and other police vehicles continued to search the area south of the highway. But the two agents began to expand their search area northward. Aguilar suddenly shouted as they were patrolling Crenshaw Avenue. “There they are, going the other way!”

In that area, Cologne Shaw Avenue is a separate park road. When Aguilar saw the truck, they were in the middle of a block. When Pica started to accelerate in the opposite direction, Suarez and his partner also saw them.

“Go through the middle!” Aguilar said.

As soon as many cars honked, Harry drove to the parking lot on Crenshaw Avenue and went the other way. They are now half a block behind the pickup truck, which turns right onto Century Avenue.

Aguilar radioed the attackers’ new location, and they were pursuing westward on the Century. Century Avenue was under construction, and a few minutes later they were stuck in a traffic jam. When they arrived at the intersection at the traffic lights, Aguilar found the truck on the other side of Century Avenue, when it was entering the Target Store parking lot.

“They entered the Target parking lot,” Aguilar said. Cross the intersection and turn left in front of those cars!

“With the emergency light flashing and the siren sounding, Harry stopped before the cars at the intersection passed by. Several cars slammed on their brakes to avoid collisions. Although they said a few curses, fortunately they did not collide.”

The detectives went back to the fire truck beside the shop, hoping to catch the fugitive in the busy parking lot. After a while, they saw a van leaving them in the distance of the parking lot.

“Go through the parking lot to the left!” When he saw Aguilar’s gray truck turning at the end of the building, Harry turned the parking lot lane, but one car left the parking lot, and the other car was waiting to pick it up, They stopped at once. Aguilar held out his badge and shouted outside the window to let the car go. It took precious minutes, but they were finally able to pass. Harry carefully pushed the car to the parking lot to avoid traffic jams. When they reached the end of the building, The gray pickup is gone.

“Damn!” said Harry, slamming his fist at the steering wheel. “Where the hell is the helicopter?”

“They have to fly to the city center and avoid the flight route of the airport,” Aguilar said

They looked left and right to see if the truck was not somewhere in the parking lot. “Go back! ” Aguilar pointed to the left and said.

Harry drove along the fire lane to avoid hitting shoppers coming in from the store, but he had to slow down. The detectives reached the end of the building, but did not see the truck.

“To that street!” Aguilar said.

They drove to the end of the parking lot so that they could see the street from both directions. They still couldn’t see the gray pickup.

“Go line by line,” Aguilar said.

They spent 20 minutes to thoroughly search all the passages in the parking lot, but found nothing. Aguilar reported to the support headquarters again the last time he was seen and the gray pickup. Then they sat and waited. An hour later, the helicopter reported that it had not seen the truck and was returning to the base.

When he saw the end of the chase, Aguilar sighed deeply: “All right, go back to the police station.”

When they returned to the highway, Harry said, “We must be the first policeman in history to lose two serial killers in the Target Store parking lot.”

Author Information

David’s life provided him with a dichotomy. Because he was born in a big city in the Midwest(Chicago), but grew up in a small town in the south(Asheville, North Carolina). Different cultures made him blend into a person who is powerful and eager to succeed, but still retains the kindness of a southern gentleman. After graduating from college, He lived in palm trees in western Florida and Atlanta, Georgia, and moved to Los Angeles in 1980.

Sports have always been an important part of David’s life. Because to some extent, he participated in baseball, football, basketball, golf and tennis. Although he was very competitive, now he plays golf just for fun.

David served in the US Army during the Vietnam War. Although he was trained as a combat engineer, he eventually became a staff member in the wage department of the department where he was assigned. But working in the office did not stop the war from attacking him. Because one night, he was injured in an attack by engineers. He can use the functions of payroll to enter the career of financial accounting and computer information system.

David received degrees in economics, business administration and computer information systems from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and California State University at Los Angeles. He started his career with an accounting firm in Florida and has been in the field of corporate accounting and finance for 20 years. David reached saturation in this field, so he returned to the university to obtain a degree in computer information systems. In addition, he mainly serves as a retail IT consultant representing Oracle Retail Trading System. He is now retired and lives in Orange County, California.

After David finished his two jobs, he immersed himself in writing novels all his life. His first contribution to creation was the “fire base” of Oldhav, which told the story of a young man who failed the college course, dropped out of school and was drafted into the army and was sent to the Vietnam War. This passionate story shows the great intensity of the Vietnam conflict. His next novel, Galvis Arena, tells a unique story about Chile’s efforts to build a football stadium during the Santiago Revolution. This is also the author’s first attempt at romantic adventure. His third novel, The Florida Cape, is a mysterious story set in South Florida and the Caribbean, which is related to some valuable stolen jewelry obtained from Hope Diamond. The so-called view of the coexistence of the diamond curse and derived gems resonates throughout the story.

As a reader, David is a history lover. He used to take photography as a pastime. In order to continue his interest in art, he collected a small number of photos, oil paintings and sketches. He has been a retail investor for many years. Speaking of music, he is a jazz fan.