"Fine, the situation at that time must have involved the female victim chatting with someone on the balcony, drinking red wine, and then doing something ’naughty.’
To be precise, the female victim must have been sitting on this step, eating a banana.
The owner of the banana must have been standing right here, enjoying the service of the female victim meanwhile holding the red wine and gazing into the distance.
Then there was a problem.
The female victim choked on the banana, and when she pulled away, she brought down some banana peel.
This caused the owner of the banana pain, and he dropped the wine glass to the ground.
Angered, he either kicked or pushed the female victim off the balcony into the pool below.
Already choking, the female victim was uncomfortable, and then she encountered the fall and the impact of the water surface, probably causing some physical issues, and she died in the pool.
Afterwards, the owner of the banana cleaned up the scene and left without attending to her."
Tom, following Brian’s description, imagined the scene with envy, "It sounds quite romantic.."
He truly envied the owner of that banana.
Brian rolled his eyes, realizing this guy had only picked up on part of what he described, ignoring the rest subconsciously.
According to the existing clues, finding the owner of that banana is the focus of the case moving forward.
A likely informant—the effeminate Black agent—had become the most suitable lead for them.
This community is very strict with the management of outsiders, with security patrolling around the clock to ensure the comfort of the residents.
These people might not be reliable, but they definitely would have records of vehicle movements.
Brian asked Tom to contact the community security company for information, while he went downstairs to find the effeminate Black agent again.
The guy was still weeping.
Brian, annoyed, raised his hand again, "Dude, crying could lead to hyperventilation acidosis, let me ’treat’ you."
Seeing the big hand, the Black agent instinctively shrank back behind the female officers, panicking, "No, no, don’t, I’ll stop crying, you’re too violent, waaa~"
He felt like he was bullying an easy target,
The guy’s pathetic state made Brian somewhat embarrassed to threaten him.
He sighed, "Talk then, who did the victim meet last night? You know, with someone dead, the other side might decide to silence you, and there might also be records of their vehicle coming and going. For your own safety, you better talk."
The female victim, being a movie star, had specifically turned off the surveillance of the villa area when meeting the owner of the banana.
This suggested the figure was somewhat sensitive, likely the female victim’s financial backer.
After all, an ordinary little star couldn’t afford the house here.
This place, like luxury cars, is expensive, with property taxes, management fees, and all sorts of other miscellaneous expenses that could amount to hundreds of thousands of US dollars each year.
Not something most people could afford.
So, it was highly probable she had a financial backer.
This effeminate Black agent, from some of his previous words and actions, was known to be a not very reliable individual.
Hearing words like "silencing" panicked him even more.
"I can talk, but I require police protection for my safety.
You must promise me, otherwise, you won’t be able to identify who they are!
The person’s identity is very sensitive. Every time, it was Paola who met them in person, I’ve never seen the person myself, but I know who it is!"
The Black agent pleaded with Brian.
After a moment of thought, Brian nodded.
He then told the two female officers, "You two go outside, I worry that knowing some of this information could cause you trouble."
The two female officers weren’t naïve, and quickly left.
Once it was just the Black agent and Brian, the Black agent wiped the corners of his eyes and asked Brian, "Have you heard of the Blood Association?"