"It's my husband's, always kept at home for self-defense. I took it in a moment of anger."

"Why did you kill that patrol officer?"

"Kill the patrol officer? I don't know what you mean."

"On December 25th, a patrol officer was shot dead, and the gun used to kill the victim is the same gun you used."

Georgia Gray paused, "I didn't kill a policeman.

I've already admitted to two murders, there's no need to lie anymore."

Luke switched tactics, "Where is the gun?"

"I put the gun in the safe at my Los Angeles home."

"Why put it there?"

"Because I know that the police are searching my house, which proves they're already suspecting me.

You won't stop until you find the perpetrator.

I need a fall guy, I left the gun to frame my husband.

As long as you don't find his body, he'll forever be a fugitive."

Luke searched the Gray family home and indeed saw a safe, but didn't find the gun inside, "What else is in the safe?"

Georgia Gray thought for a moment and said, "50,000 US dollars in cash, my jewelry, and a few of my husband's limited edition watches."

Luke said, "We checked the safe but didn't find the items you mentioned."

Georgia Gray shrugged, "Then I don't know."

"After returning home, did you check the safe?"

"Yes, I found the safe was empty too, not sure what happened, but considering the gun, I didn't dare report it."

"Besides you and your husband, does anyone else have a key to your house?"

"No, only the two of us have keys, and even if someone had a house key, we wouldn't reveal the safe combination."

Luke stared at her. She had already admitted to killing her lover and husband, logically, there was no reason to lie anymore.

Speaking of lying, Luke remembered something, "Since I've been a cop, I've questioned quite a few criminals, and not many can lie to deceive me.

But you're an exception. I've recorded two statements from you and found no obvious signs of lying.

Why?"

Georgia Gray said, "Since I killed Kilo Jones, I haven't slept well, always thinking about this matter.

I've anticipated being questioned by the police, considered all sorts of questions, and had answers well prepared. I've rehearsed them many times alone.

Maybe it's familiarity breeds skill.

Who knows.

Perhaps I have a talent for acting."

Luke presented photos of suspects involved in two other cases for her to recognize, but she didn't know them.

The murderer confessed, but the gun's whereabouts remain unknown.

However, Luke had some guesses in mind. Since Georgia Gray admitted to the murders, there was no need to lie further.

If she's telling the truth and the gun is gone, along with the valuables, could it have been stolen?

The Gray couple, having moved to a vacation home leaving no one at home, may have attracted thieves who went and robbed the house.

Could the same gang be involved in the oil painting robbery? If so, the connection between the three cases would also be clear.

Luke returned to the office, ready to call a meeting.

Port approached excitedly, "Chief, I found the hideout of the oil painting robbers."

Previously, Luke and Port went to the scene of the oil painting robbery and found a camera nearby that happened to capture the robbers' Ford van, and Port had been tracking this vehicle through road surveillance.

This gang could be the key to solving the three cases, Luke asked, "Where's the hideout?"

...

Dalman community.

Beside a two-story villa with a red roof and yellow walls, several police cars parked around the villa courtyard, the surrounding area cordoned off with many uniformed patrol officers and a few plainclothes with police badges.

These are officers from the Southern District, led by the Detective Chief of the Southern District's night shift unit, Davo Gali.

At this moment, he's holding a phone, occasionally glancing at the yellow villa next to him.

After a while, he hung up the phone, and a black detective nearby approached him, "Chief Davo, should we take action now?"

Davo Gali frowned slightly, "Wait a bit longer."

"I asked around the neighbors, the house likely has no one inside, why not go in directly?"

Davo Gali hinted, "Captain Leo will be here soon."

The black detective shrugged, looking expectantly at the villa, "Do you think the oil painting is hidden in that villa?"

"This should be one of the robbers' hideouts. Even if there isn't an oil painting, we might find some clues." Davo Gali glanced at his watch, just about to say something when three cars approached in the distance, immediately drawing his attention.

The cars stopped not far from the villa, the door of the first car opened, and a black-haired young man in his twenties stepped out from the passenger seat.

"Captain Luke!" Davo Gali's frown deepened, waited for his own captain, but instead the Robbery and Murder Department arrived.

This was troublesome!

The black detective also showed a surprised look, "Luke Lee from the Robbery and Murder Department, how did we end up waiting for him?

Where did he get this information?"

"I'll deal with him, you tell everyone to be ready to act."

The black detective quietly asked, "Not waiting for Captain Leo?"

"Luke Lee won't listen to Captain Leo."