"What's his name?"

"Brown Bryant."

"What's your relationship with him?"

"I went to the same high school as that bastard,"

"Luther King High School No. 3?"

"Yeah, just from the name, you know it's a black school. I can't understand why that white guy would come to my school, damn white trash."

"Do you have a conflict with Brown Bryant?"

"Yes, every time I saw that white guy, I felt there was something wrong with the way he looked at me. Once I just couldn't hold back and beat him up.

The kid was tough; he neither screamed in pain nor pleaded for mercy.

But that look in his eyes... I'll never forget it.

After that, I didn't have any more conflicts with him. I didn't expect this bastard to hold a grudge. He's dead meat, and it won't be pretty." Darcy Jordan gritted his teeth with hatred. If it weren't for Brown Bryant framing him, the police wouldn't have gone to his house to arrest him, and he wouldn't have been caught for hiding drugs.

"Yesterday, I asked you who you might have offended and specifically mentioned physical features; why didn't you mention his name?"

"Come on, I've offended plenty of people; this white kid doesn't even make the list."

"Looks like you deserved getting caught.

Do you know his contact information or home address?"

"I've hit a lot of people; if I had to remember each one, a diary wouldn't be enough, and I don't keep diaries."

"What class is he in?"

"We're on the same floor. If I remember correctly, he should be in 11th grade, class 4; that class has the most white kids."

"Does he have any classmates or friends he's close with?"

"I don't know; that white guy usually goes around alone. You can tell he's not right in the head.

If he's that psycho gunman, I wouldn't be surprised. A lot of white people are psychos, way more than us blacks.

Yeah, he's a psycho."

"You two might have another chance to meet; you can tell him yourself."

Darcy Jordan clenched his fists, "I'm going to beat the hell out of him, I swear!"

Luke was half amused, half exasperated, "Wish you two a great time."

Luke got the information he wanted and returned to the office. He clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, "Guys, I found the suspicious white youth Antoine Powell mentioned appearing in the supermarket."

Matthew shrugged, puzzled, "How did you find him?"

The deputy was also surprised, "That's right, we were the ones investigating that."

Luke said, "I have an informant near the supermarket. After the shooting incident, he ran outside and, out of curiosity, recorded a video that happened to capture some people fleeing the supermarket, including the suspicious white youth.

That informant happened to need money and wanted to exchange some intel money from me."

Then Luke played the video, "I had Darcy Jordan identify the video screenshots, and he recognized the identity of this white youth.

The white youth is called Brown Bryant, enrolled at Luther King High School No. 3, 11th grade, class 4.

Matthew, check his detailed information."

"Yes, sir."

The deputy watched the video closely, the age, appearance, hat, clothes, pants all matched, and he enviously said, "You're really a lucky guy."

Luke gave the deputy a thumbs up, "It shows your investigation direction was right."

The deputy sighed, "It's just my luck is too bad.

Send me the video later, I want to see where this guy has gone, maybe I can trace his whereabouts through the video."

"As you wish."

A few minutes later, Matthew contacted a teacher from Luther King High School No. 3, confirming that Brown Bryant was indeed a student in 11th grade, class 4, but he didn't attend school today.

The teacher provided his mother's phone number and home address.

Luke addressed everyone, "Guys, gear up, we're moving out."

"Yes, sir."

Karst Community.

Following the address left by the suspect Brown Bryant at school, Luke found his home.

The community was not far from Roger's Supermarket; the neighborhood's environment was mediocre, with most residents being black and some Mexican, almost no white residents.

Brown Bryant's home was at 308 in the community.

It was a gray bungalow, looking a bit shabby from a distance, but the yard was fairly clean.

A black man was hammering away, repairing a wooden fence.

Jackson frowned slightly, "Are we in the wrong place?"

Luke glanced at his phone and said, "The address is correct."

Jackson speculated, "Could it be the suspect entered a fake address at school?"

Luke also thought it might be possible and called Little Black to get out of the car and check.

Luke approached and asked, "Hi, sir, is this the Karst Community?"

The black man put down the hammer and stood up, "That's right, what do you want?"

"Do you know Brown Bryant?"

The black man clapped his hands, "Tell me, what trouble has that brat caused this time?"

Little Black curiously asked, "What's your relation to him?"

"I'm his father, technically his stepfather."

"We're here to find Brown Bryant, do you know where he is?"