"Well done, Detective Chief!" Luke gave a thumbs up and praised.

Black shrugged nonchalantly, "It was just a small scene. Even if you hadn't arrived in time, I could have subdued them myself."

Saying so, Black patted Ronnie Prada's cheek, "Buddy, who's more impressive between me and my passport photo?"

Ronnie Prada glared at Black, "Why did you arrest me?"

Black laughed, "Because you're handsome, haha..."

Ronnie Prada "..."

Luke didn't waste words, asking, "Do you have a black Chevrolet car?"

"Yes."

"What's the license plate number?"

"2Huy377."

Luke took out a photo of the deceased Rochelle Horn, "Do you know him?"

"No."

Luke pointed at his eyes, "Look at me, we're not here to hear you lie, got it?

I'll ask you again, do you know him?"

Ronnie Prada hesitated for a moment, "Yes."

"What is your relationship with him?"

"He... borrowed money from me."

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand US Dollars."

"Loan shark?"

"Yes."

"Has that money been collected back?"

"He didn't borrow fifty thousand US Dollars all at once, he's already repaid part of it."

"He couldn't repay the remaining amount, so you killed him."

"No, he hasn't paid off the debt, I couldn't possibly kill him.

If I killed him, I wouldn't be able to get my money back." Ronnie Prada seemed to realize something and asked, "He's dead?"

"Yes."

Ronnie Prada waved his hands, "I swear, it's got nothing to do with me, I didn't kill him."

"On July 10th, between 2 PM and 6 PM, where were you?"

Ronnie Prada thought carefully, "At that time... I should have been in this apartment."

"We've checked the surveillance, you drove that black Chevrolet car to the Tarip Community where the deceased was killed."

Ronnie Prada's mouth widened, "No no no, there's a misunderstanding here, that black Chevrolet is indeed mine, but I haven't driven that car recently.

I'm currently driving a black Mercedes, it's in the parking lot downstairs, they all can testify.

I haven't been to that community you mentioned, I swear to God."

"Then tell me, on July 10 and July 11, who was driving that black Chevrolet?"

Ronnie Prada blurted out, "Walda Becker, yes, that's the guy.

He's been driving my black Chevrolet." Ronnie Prada pointed to two of his subordinates, "They can testify."

The two subordinates quickly nodded, "Yes, that car has always been driven by Walda Becker."

Luke looked at the three, they didn't seem to be lying, he asked, "Where is Walda Becker?"

"Yesterday, that guy said his mom was unwell and he needed to go to Arizona to see her, he'll be back in a few days."

Luke followed up, "Did he ever have contact with Rochelle Horn?"

"Yes, he was the one responsible for contacting Rochelle Horn and getting money from him."

Luke checked the road surveillance video using his tablet, the black Chevrolet car is definitely identifiable, but the driver wore a cap and used the sun visor to hide his face, the road surveillance couldn't capture a clear image, and the police couldn't identify the driver, only track the car.

Luke opened a clearer screenshot, although the face couldn't be seen, part of the body was visible, "Is this your Chevrolet car?"

Ronnie Prada glanced at the tablet, "Yes."

"Who's driving it?"

Ronnie Prada looked closely, "Looks like Walda Becker."

Luke let the two subordinates recognize as well, they also felt the driver looked like Walda Becker.

Luke compared the surveillance video with Ronnie Prada, the two indeed didn't look like the same person.

Luke probed, "Do you think Walda Becker murdered Rochelle Horn?"

"I don't know.

I can't think of any reason why he would do that?"

Luke continued probing, "Did Rochelle Horn refuse to repay, so you had Walda Becker teach him a lesson, only for him to accidentally kill him?"

"No no no, Rochelle Horn had already repaid the loan within the stipulated time, I didn't ask Walda Becker to hassle him, I didn't even know Walda Becker went to see him."

"Then why do you think Walda Becker would kill Rochelle Horn?"

"I really don't know why that bastard did that?" Ronnie Prada finished and asked, "Can you be certain that Walda Becker killed Rochelle Horn?"

Luke pointed at him, "Now, am I asking you, or are you asking me?"

"Do you know Kerman Pharmaceutical Company?"

"Never heard of it."

"Do you know how to find Walda Becker?"

"No, he just told me he was going to Arizona to see his mom, I don't know where he is now."

"Where does he live?"

"In this apartment, room 209."

"Do you have the key to the room?"

"Yes."

"Can I enter the apartment to check?"

Ronnie Prada looked at Luke and slowly nodded, "Of course, that apartment is rented by me, you can search freely."

"Thank you."

Ronnie Prada said, "I have a clear conscience, because Rochelle Horn's death has nothing to do with me, I'm not afraid of you searching."