Cindy Botujia.

The black Dodge has disappeared, and from the outside, Cindy Botto's house looks no different from before.

However, when you enter the house, you will find something else going on.

Cindy Botu's daughter sat on the sofa with red eyes and an uneasy look on her face.

Luke and David whispered to each other.

There were also two police officers sent by the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department to support the incident.

There are more state troopers and county troopers tracking the suspect vehicle.

This is Luke's proposal, outside Song and inside Jin.

David asked in a low voice, "Where do you think Cole will take Cindy?"

Luke thought for a while and said, "It would be easier to track Cole if we knew the license plate number of the car he used."

David nodded, "Yes, there are too many black SUVs and it is very difficult to track them. And this is not Los Angeles, so there are very few cameras."

Luke pondered for a moment, "Remember the restaurant we went to called 'Golden Corral' yesterday? The white lady has seen Cole, maybe he has seen Cole's car.

Instead of waiting here, why not talk to her, maybe she can provide some clues, such as the license plate number."

David looked at the two county police officers next to him and said, "I'll keep an eye on you, go ahead."

"Okay, do you need me to bring something?"

"As long as it fills my stomach."

"See you in the evening." Luke stood by the window, looked out and saw no suspicious persons, then left the house, walked about a few hundred meters and got into the Dodge car.

After driving for about ten minutes, Luke arrived at the 'golden corral' restaurant.

The white aunt greeted, "Good evening, handsome young man from Los Angeles. Nice to see you again."

"Me too."

"what do you want to eat?"

Luke smiled and said, "Kuta."

"OK, this dish will definitely not disappoint you. However, this dish is best paired with a glass of beer, it will be even more delicious."

"What a good idea. I'm just thinking of having a drink to relieve my fatigue." I've been overloaded with work these past two days and didn't get a good rest last night, so my body is very tired.

Drink less alcohol and be more energetic.

In less than twenty minutes, the white aunt came over with a tray, placed it on Luke's dining table, and opened the dome lid.

The aroma of meat hits your nose.

There is a fried fish on the disk, with a layer of thick sauce on top, and onions and cut mushrooms underneath. It looks very appetizing.

“Didn’t I say this dish contains mutton?”

The white aunt smiled and pretended to be mysterious, "You will know soon."

Luke pierced a piece of fish with a fork and ate it. The fish was very tender, without spines, and smelled of mutton fat.

When I looked down, I saw that the belly of the fish seemed to be filled with meat fillings.

I picked up the spoon and ate a spoonful. It was mutton filling. The meat was very juicy, with black pepper, chopped onion and other spices, and it was also mixed with the umami flavor of fish.

This is the first time I have eaten this kind of dish. It tastes good, but it is a bit greasy. A sip of cold beer just relieves the greasiness.

In less than twenty minutes, Luke finished his meal and called the white aunt over to pay the bill.

"How is the taste?"

“It’s very good. It’s the best dish I’ve had in a while.”

"I'm glad you like it." The white aunt looked proud.

Luke paid for the meal and tipped the other person an extra ten dollars.

"Wow, you are so generous."

"you deserved."

"Thanks."

"Can we sit down and talk?"

"Of course." For the sake of the tip, the white aunt agreed happily.

"Have you seen that FBI today?"

"no."

"Have you seen his car?"

"I was so busy that I didn't even pay attention to the passing cars. I couldn't even remember whether he was driving." After the white woman finished speaking, she looked at Luke curiously.

"Why are you asking about the FBI?"

Luke didn't hide anything and showed his police badge, "I'm Lapd. I'm here to investigate a case. The FBI you met is probably fake. If you see him again, remember to contact me."

"By the way, does anyone dare to pretend to be FBI? Is he dangerous?"

"Yes, so don't act rashly when you see him, call me." Luke handed him a business card.

"I understand." The white aunt put away her business card.

Luke asked a few more questions, but the white aunt couldn't give any valuable clues. The boss called her to serve the food, and the conversation between the two was interrupted.

Luke left the restaurant angrily.

Investigating crimes in other places will be very passive. If it is in urban Los Angeles, you can directly call up the surveillance video to track the suspect vehicle.

But this method is not very effective in the city of Heim.

Luke drove back to Cindy Botto's house and happened to pass by Tyerson Manor on the way.

He took a look instinctively and vaguely seemed to see a light in the manor.

That's not right.

Could it be that Hans Miller is back again?

Shouldn't he go to the LAPD to identify the body?

Thinking of this, Luke decided to check it out and parked the car on the side of the road.

He stopped the car and turned off the engine, loaded his pistol, put on his body armor, and quietly approached the manor.

Climbing up the wall to take a look, I could faintly see a car parked inside through the moonlight.

He squinted his eyes to identify it carefully. The car seemed to be black and SUV style.

Something suddenly occurred to me.

Luke did not act rashly. He got off the wall and sent a message to David, calling for support.

Is this car Cole's?

Why is he here?

Didn't he kidnap Cindy?

Do you think the most dangerous place is the safest?

Or are you here to look for something?

Could it be that the oil painting was hidden by Cindy in the manor?

With these questions running through his mind, Luke became more and more curious.

"Woo"

There was a faint muffled sound in the manor, like someone pouting and wailing from the nasal cavity.

Luke felt that he could not wait any longer, otherwise something might happen.

He climbed up the wall again, but still saw no trace of Cole.

He climbed down the wall lightly and crawled towards the black car.

The further we walked, the clearer the whining sound became.

The slower he climbed, the more careful he became.

Luke climbed under the car, looked into the distance again, and saw a figure in front of the stone house.

Why is there only one person?

The standing man's appearance cannot be clearly seen, but judging from his body shape, he should be a man.

Where is Cindy?

Carefully identify the whining sounds, and it should feel like they are in the same direction.

Luke guessed that Cindy was probably lying or lying on the ground, with the weeds blocking her sight.
To be continued...