The female victim's body was only found at the dumpsite, and the homicide scene has not yet been located.

Luke felt it was necessary to investigate the deceased woman's movements before her death...

After 6 p.m.

Jenny briskly walked into the captain's office, "Captain, the mobile number that had the last call with the female victim two nights ago has been switched on."

Luke immediately put down his work and left the office.

This person is important, as he might have been the last one to have contact with the female victim.

Even if he isn't the suspect, he might know something or provide some valuable clues for solving the case.

Jenny asked, "Do you want me to contact him?"

Luke thought this person was either a suspect or a client.

Previously, his mobile number was out of reach, which suggested he was a cautious person.

If Jenny were to rashly contact him, and he became alerted, he could go off the grid again.

To be cautious, Luke didn't ask Jenny to make the call but instead directly located the address of the mobile number.

...

8 p.m.

Victoria community.

This was a posh community; every villa was widely spaced from its neighbors, with large yards and swimming pools as standard amenities. The residents here were either rich or influential.

A black sedan was parked by the roadside; Raymond sat in the passenger seat, looking at his phone, which displayed the tracking location sent by the tech team.

Jenny pulled the handbrake, "Can we confirm which villa it is?"

Raymond responded, "The positioning is showing here. Given the wide gaps between the villas in this neighborhood, it should be the one next door."

Jenny got out of the car, looking enviously at the surroundings of the community, "I wonder if I'll ever earn enough in my lifetime to buy a villa here?"

Raymond put away his phone, "A man has only one chance to be born, but a woman has two. You still have a chance."

Jenny retorted, "You mean by getting married? Ha, I've given up hope on that."

The two entered the yard and walked up to the door along the cobblestone path, where Jenny pressed the doorbell.

After a while, a man's voice came through the intercom, "Who are you looking for?"

"Sir, we are from the LAPD." Jenny showed her badge.

A moment later, the door opened, and a white male in his forties stood at the doorway, dressed in white loungewear with an LV belt and a Patek Philippe watch, "What can I do for you?"

Jenny asked, "Sir, is 626 878 4362 your mobile number?"

"No, you've got the wrong person." The man said, poised to close the door.

"Ding-a-ling..."

Suddenly, the ringtone of a mobile phone sounded from the man.

Raymond showed his own phone screen, "I just dialed that number, and it seems your phone is ringing."

"That's just a coincidence, my phone happened to ring at the same time."

Raymond hung up the call.

The ringtone from the white male's phone stopped as well.

"It doesn't seem like a coincidence anymore, does it? Do you know Novina Jones?"

"No, I don't know the person you're talking about."

"But you called her."

The white male hesitated for a moment, "I think there's been a misunderstanding here. I went jogging this morning, found a SIM card by the roadside, and out of curiosity, I put it in my phone.

So, anything that happened with this SIM card before that has nothing to do with me."

"Where did you find it?"

"By the park on the eastern side of the community, Brody Park. It's quite large, and there are many visitors. It won't be easy to find the owner of the SIM card.

By the way, is there a problem with this SIM card?

And what happened to the Novina Jones you just mentioned?"

"Novina Jones is dead, and someone used this SIM card to contact her. We just want to understand the situation, nothing more."

"You've got the wrong person; it really has nothing to do with me."

"Sir, what's your name?"

"Eddie Ross."

"Mr. Ross, this SIM card is involved in a homicide case. Since you are the current holder of this card, we would like to take a statement from you."

"I refuse."

"Mr. Ross, this only makes the police more suspicious of you. If you believe you're innocent, why not clarify things with the police?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Jenny asked, "Around 10 p.m. two nights ago, did you make any calls using this SIM card?"

"I've told you, I just found the SIM card today."

"With all your wealth, you don't seem like someone who would pick up random things."

"I pick things up not because I'm short of money, but because I'm curious. Is that a crime?"

"Where were you between 10 p.m. and midnight the night before last?"

"Let me think...

Two nights ago at 8 p.m., I attended a party. It was lively, with many people, including council members, judges, and some police higher-ups. I didn't return home until after the party ended."

"What time did you get home?"

"Around 10 p.m."

"I'm asking about the night before last, between 10 p.m. and midnight—where were you?"

"I was at home."

"Can anyone verify that?"

"No, I live alone."

"Can you hand over that SIM card to us?"

Eddie Ross countered, "Do you have a search warrant?"

"No."

"Leave my house immediately.

Also, think carefully about what I just said, hmm." Eddie Ross dropped the line and closed the door.

Jenny pointed to the door, "Was he threatening us?"

"Let's first find out his identity," Raymond took a photo of him and noted the house number.

Jenny sighed, voicing her frustration, "A jerk who thinks he can look down on the police because he has some connections.

If he gets caught, I want to be the one to cuff him."

...

"Bang!"

Eddie Ross returned to the living room, furiously threw his phone to the ground, "Fuck, stupid woman, causing trouble for me.

And those idiotic LAPD, even having the nerve to investigate me.

You'll never get a warrant, never will."

Eddie Ross fumbled in his pocket, seemingly reaching for his phone to make a call, only then realizing he had smashed it, "Fuck!"

"Ding-dong..." The doorbell rang again.

Eddie Ross had an angry expression, "Damn LAPD, when will you ever be done?"

"Ding-dong..." The doorbell continued to ring.

Eddie Ross quickly walked to the foyer and opened the intercom, but there was no one outside.

"Fuck! Which damn fool is pressing the bell?"

Suddenly, Eddie Ross felt a movement behind him and turned his head to look.

"Bang!"

A tremendous force hit him on the head. Eddie Ross was knocked out cold, falling rigidly to the ground.

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