Police Detective Bureau.

When Luke returned to the detective station, people from Squadron 1 had already gathered below the building.

The deputy team took the initiative to report, "While we were following the clues about Brett Martell, we found his credit card swipe record early yesterday morning. The location was at a motel."

Luke nodded. It made perfect sense that Brett Martell had a dispute with his wife over work, ran away from home in anger, and then checked into a motel.

If he was really the deceased, that was probably the first scene of the murder.

"Vice team, you go back and rest first. I will lead the team to the motel to investigate." The rest of Team Luke waved their hands, "Guys, get in the car and set off."

"See you tomorrow, I will bring you delicious donuts." The deputy team leader watched everyone get on the bus. Although he also wanted to go to the scene together, his age showed that after working all day during the day, he was indeed a little unable to do what he wanted at night.

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Rosa Motel.

This motel is located on a suburban road in Los Angeles.

Each hotel room is independent and has two floors. The lower floor is the garage and the upper floor is the room. It is very convenient to travel.

Luke and Blackie went to the front desk of the motel and explained their purpose.

The hotel receptionist checked the credit card records and found that Brett Martell's credit card opened a room for three days, and the room number was 108. According to surveillance, it was Brett Martell himself who opened the room.

They don't know if Brett Martell is in the house now. Guests of the motel can drive in and out directly, so there is great privacy.

After asking about the situation, Luke took Xiao Hei to room 108 to investigate. There was a red Dongfeng Nissan sedan parked in the garage below room 108.

Luke touched the front of the car and there was still warmth, which meant that there was probably someone else in room 108.

He and Xiao Hei winked, and both of them took out their pistols.

Luke waved to the distance, and Raymond came with several police officers to support him.

Luke had already thought of a plan of action before he came. He made a gesture to indicate to everyone to follow Plan A.

Everyone quietly walked up the stairs to the second floor. Xiao Hei and Jackson stood on both sides of the doorway.

The door was a common wooden door, which Xiao Hei was very familiar with. He raised his right foot and kicked hard at the door lock.

With a "bang", the door opened.

Jackson was the first to rush into the room, "Lapd, don't move."

"Raise your hands."

"If you move again, we'll shoot."

Everyone rushed into the room quickly and saw a embarrassing scene.

A naked middle-aged white man was kneeling on the bed. In front of him lay a woman with long brown hair wearing a red skirt. The woman's skirt had fallen to her waist.

The two of them stick together and play poker.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" Xiao Hei sounded like he was questioning, but his tone was slightly excited.

"Don't shoot, we have no weapons." The middle-aged white man raised his hands and knelt on the bed, not daring to move. He looked a little funny.

The woman in the red dress in front of him was lying on the bed, pushing down the dress with both hands, and not daring to move.

Luke was speechless when he saw this scene. He looked at the white man and recognized him, "What's your name?"

"Brett Martell." The white man calmed down and asked, "Why did you break into my room? Can I put on my clothes first?"

Luke shook his head, "You should really let your wife see what you look like now."

"Sir, I didn't break the law, I was just dating a friend."

"friend?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me what is your friend's name?"

"Uh... we just met, we're not very familiar with each other yet."

"How did we meet? On the street?"

Brett Martell sighed, "You broke into my room without any reason. This is illegal. Shouldn't you make it clear first?"

"We were investigating a murder. Your wife came to tell you that you were missing. She suspected that you were the deceased. Who would have thought that you would be here drunk and dreaming?"

"This is a misunderstanding. I don't have anything to do. I'm just getting together with my friends. Sir, you can leave now."

Xiao Hei said, "You don't even know her name, but you still have the nerve to call her a friend. Do you think lapd is a fool?"

Or is this the only excuse you can come up with?" Xiao Hei walked to the bedside and looked at the woman with long brown hair,

"Madam, you should be a smart person, tell me, what is your relationship with her?"

"Friend." The brown-haired woman's face was obscured by her long hair and her appearance could not be seen clearly.

"What's his name?"

"We just met." The brown-haired woman said in a low voice.

"May I have your name?"

Xiao Hei carefully looked at the woman's clothing, grooming, and belongings. Based on his experience, this might be a street girl. He would know if she had any prostitution record.

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"Riley Kress."

"Take out your ID."

"My ID is in my bag." The woman slowly sat up, opened her purse, took out her driver's license and handed it to Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei took the driver's license and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.

"Riley Kress." The photo on the driver's license turned out to be that of a Latino man.

"Is this your ID? Look up."

The woman with long brown hair slowly raised her head, and everyone could see his face clearly.

"You are actually a man!" Xiao Hei threw away the driver's license in his hand with some disgust, and looked at Brett Martell aside, "Your wife is worried about your safety at home, but you are in a motel with a guy

If a man messes around, are you worthy of her?"

The people present also had different expressions.

Luke stared at the man with long brown hair, and finally saw his face clearly. He was indeed a man, wearing female makeup, not tall, wearing a female red dress, and with the ambiguous posture just now, it was easy to

Being mistaken for a woman.

Luke waved his hand, "Take this 'lady' out, I want to talk to Brett Martell."

Many police officers left the room one after another, leaving only Luke and Blackie questioning Brett Martell.

Brett Martell took the initiative and said, "Sorry, I lied. He is not my friend. I... just wanted to have some fun."

Xiao Hei looked curious, "Do you know he is a boy?"

"Yes I know."

"Whose car is downstairs?"

"is his."

"You admitted to soliciting prostitution."

"Can you not tell my wife?"

"We don't have to talk about your prostitution, but she always thought you were missing. Now that we find you, we have to tell her."

Brett Martell covered his face with his hands, "Can...can you keep it a secret for me? I'm not referring to the matter of prostitution, but his gender. I don't want my relatives, friends or even children to look at me differently.

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Xiao Hei asked, "Don't they know you are gay?"

Brett Martell shook his head, "Don't say they don't know, I didn't know it myself before..."

I have been under a lot of pressure at work recently, and I was looking for ways to relieve stress, so I found some videos of men playing poker on the Internet, which I found very exciting and decompressing."

"I swear before that, I really didn't know I had this tendency. I always thought I was a straight man."

As if to cover up his embarrassment, Brett Martell changed the subject, "Why do you think I am related to the murder?"

"Do you have to cross the Los Angeles River to go to work?"

"Yes, I cross the bridge over the Los Angeles River almost every day."

"We found a body under the bridge. The body was damaged beyond recognition. The time of your disappearance was similar to the time of death of the body, so we will investigate your whereabouts."

After Luke explained, he asked, "Did you pass the bridge over the Los Angeles River the night you ran away from home?"

"Yeah, there is."

"Did you see anything unusual?"

Brett Martell thought for a while and recalled, "I remember that there was indeed a car parked on the bridge. It was a black Buick sedan. A man got out of the car and seemed to throw something under the bridge."
To be continued...