Luke sighed, "Deputy chief, with your extensive experience, do you think the other two victims still have a chance of surviving?"

The deputy chief thought for a moment, "It depends on the purpose of their kidnapping the two girls.

But based on how they treated the first victim, Tayana Haney, the other two girls still have some hope of survival."

"Creak..." Marcus pushed the door open and came in, "Guys, I've got a lead on the third suspect, the monitor (photographer)."

Luke praised, "Well done, Detective Chief Marcus, let's hear it."

"I gave the suspect's sketch to a gang friend and told them this guy likes to shoot colored videos and is likely involved in similar work.

A gang guy who often deals with similar industries recognized the guy from the sketch.

He knows him as Soba but doesn't know his full name. However, he has his cellphone number, 626 876 2578."

"Good," Luke responded, "Matthew, check the data on this cellphone number."

"Give me five minutes." Matthew operated on his computer and quickly found the data of the phone owner.

Name, Soba Doyle

Age, 32 years old

Skin color, black

Address, 309 Atanasu Community.

Social Security number, 623-53-7342

Prior convictions, illegal voyeurism, extortion

"Snap." Marcus snapped his fingers, "This guy really fits the suspect's profile."

Matthew said, "Guys, I also found a plane ticket purchase record, leaving Los Angeles International Airport for Alaska's Salawik Airport at one this afternoon."

The deputy chief said, "This guy is definitely fleeing because of the crime. Once he gets to Alaska where the land is vast and sparse, our warrants will hardly be effective."

Luke ordered, "Deputy chief, you're in charge of locating this cellphone.

Raymond, Jenny, take a team to his house for an investigation.

Everyone else, come with me to Los Angeles International Airport."

"Yes, sir."

Everyone sprung into action.

...

Los Angeles International Airport.

A black man with dreadlocks sat on a bench fiddling with a camera.

Not far away, a young Latin woman walked by, dressed in a blue tight dress and draped in a white coat, both stylish and sexy.

The man with dreadlocks licked his lips, taking a close look at the Latin woman, and greeted, "Hey, Rivoli, are you also heading to Alaska?"

The Latin woman looked up at the man with dreadlocks, "Are you talking to me?"

The man with dreadlocks moved closer for a better look, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else. But really, you look just like my friend Rivoli, a supermodel as beautiful as you."

"Thank you. Are you hitting on me?"

The man with dreadlocks chuckled, "I'm Soba, a photographer. Nice to see you."

"You're a photographer?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever shot a movie?"

"Of course, have you seen 'Avatar'?"

"I love it."

"I worked on it."

"Wow, you actually worked on 'Avatar'? Did you meet Cameron? I've always really admired him."

"We were drinking together the day before yesterday, right at his mansion, in a huge swimming pool area, with wine, champagne, and whiskey - all sorts of drinks. It was awesome.

If you want, I can get you an autograph next time."

"Really?" the Latin woman's expression turned excited.

"Sure, not only can I get you an autograph, but I can also film you. I'm heading to Alaska to shoot a documentary and I still need a female lead. Are you interested?"

"That invitation sounds kind of weird?"

"Come on, think about it.

Once I finish the documentary, I'll also invite Cameron to watch. With your looks, if he notices you, you might be invited to shoot in his next movie.

Anything is possible."

"Wow..." The Latin woman's expression was complicated, showing concern but also a hint of anticipation.

Soba took out his camera, "If you agree, we can start a screen test right now to see how it looks."

"Umm..." The Latin woman was still indecisive.

Just then, a black man came over and said, "This lady doesn't seem too interested. How about me as the video lead?"

Soba questioned, "Who are you? I don't think I know you."

The black man flashed a police badge, "Do you recognize this?"

"Fuck!" Soba was startled and stood up to run.

"LAPD!"

"Don't move."

"Put your hands up."

Luke had already stationed his team around, blocking Soba's escape routes.

"Soba Doyle, you are under arrest."

...

Inside the airport's meeting room.

Soba Doyle's hands were handcuffed, and he looked nervously at the surrounding police officers.

"I just wanted to talk to that woman, why did you arrest me?"

Luke pulled out a tablet, played a video clip, "Is this something you filmed?"

Soba Doyle stared at the video, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"Bang bang." Marcus knocked on the table, "Hey, think carefully before you answer. We found you because we have ample evidence. Don't lie."

After a while, Soba Doyle took a deep breath, "I want an immunity agreement."

Luke shook his head, "There's no immunity agreement.

However, if you voluntarily confess, based on the nature of your crime and your attitude towards confession, we can offer you a favorable plea deal.

This is your only chance."

Marcus reminded from the side, "Dude, you should be well aware of what it's like to be in prison on these charges."

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