John pressed the answer key, "Jackson, how is the case investigation going?"

Jackson said, "That's exactly what I wanted to ask."

"You called me first."

"I just remembered something, haven't we not decided on the stakes for the bet yet?"

"Hey, dude, that's exactly what I was about to say," John laughed.

Jackson said, "What do you want to bet?"

"Got any good ideas, something interesting?"

"How about the loser streaks?"

John paused and drew out his response, "Wow… that's really a terrible idea.

But I like it."

"It's settled then."

"I can't wait to see you streak."

"Me too."

Both hung up, and Lucy, who was beside them, was somewhat speechless, "Is it necessary for you guys to go that far?"

"We already have it in the bag, there's nothing to worry about," John said confidently.

"From what I know about Jackson, he wouldn't make a bet without being sure.

And don't forget, he's not alone; he has the Robbery and Murder Department backing him.

In terms of investigating cases..." Lucy gave John a knowing look.

John said, "The western precinct is no less competent than the Robbery and Murder Department."

Lucy stared at him for a moment, "Are you still hung up about Jackson's transfer?"

John's expression was complex, "No, he has the right to choose, it's just...

it was so sudden.

Made me feel..."

The three were rookies together and had always been close. Lucy understood John's feelings and patted his shoulder, "Let's continue with the investigation.

It's been a long time since I last saw someone streak after college.

I'm actually a bit excited."

...

Caster Apartments.

Jamie Robinson parked his car in the parking lot outside the apartments and after looking around, he entered the building and took the elevator to the fifth floor.

Jamie Robinson walked to door 504 and knocked.

"Creak..." The door opened and a Caucasian woman stood there, "Jamie, why have you come to my place suddenly?"

"Suri, yesterday a bunch of cops came to my house and turned it upside down, do you know about this?"

"Oh God..." The woman called Suri sighed, stepping aside, "Come in and talk."

Jamie Robinson entered the house, looking around at the surroundings, "Suri, was it you who called the cops?"

"Yes."

"The police played the emergency call recording for me; it really shocked me."

"Did you tell them?"

"No, I wouldn't betray you." Jamie Robinson sat next to the Caucasian woman.

"Jamie, don't sit so close; it makes me uncomfortable."

"Sorry, I just didn't want others to overhear."

"This is my house; no one can hear us."

"Suri, why did you report my house's address?"

"Ring, ring..." Suddenly, Jamie Robinson's phone rang, and he pulled it out to see it was an unknown number.

As Jamie Robinson hesitated whether to answer, the phone rang two more times and then stopped automatically.

...

Outside the room.

Luke and his team had arrived on the fifth floor of the apartment.

After hanging up the phone, Luke pointed at the door of room 504, "The ring came from here, Jamie Robinson must have gone into this apartment.

Check the identity of the owner."

"Yes, sir," Jackson responded eagerly.

...

Ten minutes later, Luke had obtained the identity information and contact details of the owner.

Owner's name, Suri Madic

Gender, Female

Age, 20

Address, Caster Apartments, Room 504.

Social Security Number, 623-53-7366

Cell Phone Number, 626 876 2578

The apartment's owner is Suri Madic.

The false alarm was reported by someone claiming to be Suri Shamari, different last name but the same first name.

The suspicion on the owner rose again, but the evidence was still insufficient.

Luke once again took out his phone and dialed the owner's mobile number.

A moment later, the call connected, and a woman's voice came through, "Who's this?"

"Is this Miss Suri Madic?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"This is from the security office, you have a package here."

"A package? Where is it from?"

"New York."

"Are you sure it's my package? I don't recall any package from New York."

"I don't know, but the package has your contact number on it."

"Ok, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

"Bye."

Luke hung up the phone, looking towards the rest of the team, "Any thoughts?"

Black said, "The accent, the voice, it's very similar to the reporter."

Jackson stated, "It's not just similar, I'm sure it was the reporter.

Captain, let's arrest her."

Luke thought for a moment, "No, now is not the time to make arrests?"

Jackson asked, "Is it because we don't have an arrest warrant?"

Luke said, "That's only part of it.

I'm worried that the suspect might have already thrown away the burner phone, and if we rush in recklessly, she might not admit to it."

Jackson suggested, "We could use voice identification."

Luke said, "Indeed we could, but that's a last resort, it's best not to have to resort to that."

Jackson pressed, "Why?"

"Firstly, it's a matter of expenses, this is just a false alarm case, and it's already wasted a lot of police resources. If we spend money on voice identification and even if the case is solved, the chief won't commend us.

It's a very practical issue; we need to be responsible with the taxpayers' money.

Moreover, if we can't make the suspect confess, it might end up in court, and we have to consider whether the results of the voice identification will be accepted by the judge."

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