The sun was blazing.
Five police cars parked in front of Colorful Bar, and several police officers were divided into two groups:
Carr, who was heavily armed, entered through the front entrance of the bar with two police officers and Bud Burton.
Holden and a police officer guarded the front and rear doors respectively to prevent the target from escaping.
Dean followed Thomas in through the back door, but Dean saw this posture and asked,
"Don't we need a warrant to arrest someone in a bar?"
Thomas shook his head and explained in a low voice, "This year's latest regulations require an arrest warrant to arrest a suspect at the home where he lives, but not in other situations at work. The suspect can even be arrested without a warrant as long as he steps out of the house."
"And this case involves the death of a person. It is a serious case and does not even require witnesses."
Dean nodded and turned his eyes to the back door of the bar. He habitually observed the situation of the back door from a God's perspective. After eliminating the danger, he pushed open the green iron door and ducked into the narrow safe corridor.
There was no one here, the lights were dim, and there was a vending machine against the wall. Dean glanced at it and saw that in addition to various drinks, there were also colorful "small umbrellas" of different sizes.
The two quietly passed by the open kitchen, the security passage, and the vending machine. After walking around in a circle, they opened the door to the front hall.
The bar's setting was darker than the Balka disco Dean had been to, divided into a drinking area and a dance floor.
There is only a very narrow aisle between the more than 20-meter-long bar and the wine tables against the wall.
Dean imagined it. If the room was full of guests at night, he would definitely greet the guests on the bar stools back to back when passing by in the aisle.
"It's a wonderful arrangement."
But late at night is the busiest time for the bar. At eight or nine in the morning, the place is empty without a single customer.
A fat Mexican aunt in cleaning clothes was cleaning the drinking area, putting chairs upside down on the wine table to wipe them.
Standing in front of the bar with rows of wine cabinets was a man wearing a black leather jacket and a muscular figure. His side profile was hard, but a hint of feminine elegance could be seen in his eyebrows and cheekbones.
He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs over 200 pounds, which perfectly matches the suspect's characteristics.
She was using two shiny bare arms to wipe the wine glass carefully with a white cloth. The muscles on her arms were swimming like fish in the water.
Sure enough, excessive fitness will make men and women indifferent.
Dean sighed and looked along the woman's line of sight, just in time to see the TV hanging from the ceiling in front of her. The female reporter Catherine Medici was wearing a deep V black dress as if she was worried that the rich would not be able to see clearly. The voice announces,
"The latest report is that a murder occurred on West Ninth Street around nine o'clock last night. According to insiders, the deceased was a teacher at Leeds School for Special Children..."
At this time, several police officers poured into the front room from the main entrance of the bar.
Karl, the leader, raised his head and glanced this way, and caught a glimpse of the eye-catching muscular woman in a leather jacket and shirtless figure in front of the bar, while Bud beside him nodded in confirmation with a complex expression.
"Rosie Tunney, this is Detective Carl Rand of the LVPD. I suspect that you are related to a homicide last night. Please follow us back to the police station for investigation."
Karl shouted loudly according to the procedure and led the people towards the bartender.
The bartender obviously didn't want to sit still and wait for death. Seeing that the situation was not good, he put his left hand on the bar counter, crossed his thighs with highly separated muscles, jumped into the aisle, and rushed towards the back room of the bar like a tank.
He ran into Thomas who was surrounding him from the back hall.
"LPVD police, don't move!"
But the woman ignored the warning at all. She stretched out her hand and grabbed several chairs nearby and threw them at Thomas continuously. She pushed back her hand with thick veins and thick joints, knocking the rushing police officer to the ground, and then took the opportunity to step on a few chairs on the wine table. Jump continuously and rush to the back door exit like lightning.
But less than five meters away, a figure twirling a stick blocked her way.
The person blocking the road was neither tall nor strong, and his expression was calm, as if he were strolling along a garden path.
"Get out of here, bastard!"
The woman had a ferocious look on her face and rushed over regardless.
Then his foot slipped inexplicably and he lost his balance.
bump!
With the sound of cracking in the air, the stick hit the side of the woman's face and ears from an incredible angle, causing her brain to buzz.
Roaring in waves, the woman pushed forward hard with her iron pillar-like hands, as if she was trying to knock down a wall in a sumo wrestling match, but she didn't touch anything.
The shadow flashed behind her.
He aimed his left hand at the woman's vest and struck her with an elbow. The stick he held high in his right hand suddenly came down, hitting her neck and shoulders violently.
Puff puff!
There was a numbing sound of the stick entering the flesh, and a swinging stick fell like a violent storm, leaving a trail of afterimages.
The woman clutched her head and howled miserably, her strong body getting lower inch by inch like a stake driven into the soil by a hammer.
When her face is on the ground.
Dean twisted her wrist behind her back and nodded towards the colleague rushing behind her.
In the system, the investigation progress quietly jumped to 95%.
"Good job, boy!"
Thomas gave Dean a thumbs up and cooperated with Karl and others to pin the muscular woman's arms and lift her up.
The back of her neck was already covered with red marks, and she almost fainted from the beating.
"Rosie Tunney, we suspect that you are related to a murder on West Ninth Street last night. Now, come back with us to the LVPD for investigation."
Karl once again said those righteous words to his face, but the muscular woman just remained expressionless and silent. She was supported by everyone and moved towards the front door, but her swollen eyes glanced at the police officers and saw the hiding face. The familiar face behind everyone suddenly moved his lips,
"Bud..."
Her cold expression instantly resembled molten steel, and the tenderness in her eyes was in stark contrast to her rugged appearance.
But Bud, who was named, just stood among the police officers and looked at her with red eyes.
No questioning, no swearing, no ranting.
There seemed to be a thousand words in the silent exchange of eyes.
Bud watched her being escorted out.
…
"Are you okay, buddy?" Dean glanced at him, "I think after the case is over, you'd better see a psychiatrist."
"Well, thank you for your concern."
…
The suspect was placed in the back of the police car.
Holden waved to Dean and called him into his car. As he drove back, he asked Dean to repeat what happened in the bar.
"What's next for Rosie?"
"Don't worry, the evidence we have is solid, she can't escape." Holden looked confident.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. The investigation progress should reach 100% by then.
Holden grinned, "From last night to this morning, the murderer was caught in less than a day, and a murder case with terrible consequences was solved. It set the LVPD's fastest solving record in the past six months."
"This is a success worthy of special mention. I think the bureau will hold a press conference tomorrow at the latest to lavish praise on itself."
Dean became even more silent.
"Of course you performed very well, and you also paid attention to the propriety when arresting people," Holden praised without hesitation. "All your colleagues praise you for your diligence, courage, carefulness, and ability. You are a natural police detective." !”
"But I don't understand something. Your eloquence is not that bad. How on earth did you convince Bud to testify about his cheating partner?"
Dean smiled calmly,
"Are you sure you want to know about this unscientific process?"
Holden's eyes narrowed and he shook his head hesitantly.
"Then don't say it. In short, your contribution is undeniable, and I decided to help you ask the director if he can recruit you into the game out of the ordinary."
"What's in it?"
"From a volunteer to a regular police officer of the LVPD."
"But the normal process doesn't require you to attend the police academy first and then take the selection exam?"
"Do you know what special admissions are? Ordinary people and mediocre people are of course not qualified to skip the rules, but for people who are really talented and capable, and for people who have made outstanding contributions to lvpd, the green light and fast track are very good. It’s necessary.”
Dean looked out the car window at the store that was starting to get busy, his eyes flickering.
"You have said that I am brave. Sooner or later, when I become an official COP, I will make a big mistake. Volunteers are very good. When I learn something, I will change to a job with more freedom."
"More freedom? You mean private detective?"
"Um."
A trace of confusion flashed in Holden's eyes, but he didn't try to persuade him, "Actually, private detectives and cops are not contradictory. You can train in the bureau for a few years, build some connections, and then go out alone and find cases on your own. .”
“Many COPs have taken this path.”
"Take your time. To be a private detective, you must first obtain a high school diploma, and then apply for registration and registration with the state's private security commission. There is no money or connections to open the way, so just wait."
…
Get your diploma, register and apply for a license?
Dean nodded,
"Understood, I will work honestly in the bureau first. Yes, try not to mention me in the report on this case."
"You don't want the subsidized bonus?" Holden asked,
"how many?"
"One or two hundred dollars."
Dean thought about how he hadn't spent much money recently and still had about 4,000 dollars in savings, so he learned to sell now.
"Can I use this money to treat Karl and his team to a meal?"
(End of chapter)
