"Marcus, get out and arrest him for theft. If he resists, shoot."
"You can't treat me this way, no one in Las Vegas dares treat me ."
"This is Los Angeles, LAPD has the duty and the right to arrest a burglar."
It's unbelievable that right after Courtney's recent death, her boyfriend moved in with a woman who had stalked her.
Luke got out of the car and handcuffed Boris, who, though furious, did not dare to resist after seeing the gun in Luke's hand.
The detective bureau.
Raymond and Jenny took Ikaline to the interrogation room for questioning.
With a stern face, Raymond asked, "Where were you on the afternoon of April 30th, around two o'clock?"
Ikaline shook her head, "I've told you, I can't remember."
"Then let me help jog your memory." Raymond pulled out a photo from the files, a surveillance video from the Betsy Hotel, showing a woman in a black dress in the center, "Look closely, is this you?"
Ikaline pursed her lips, "You're right, that's me. I remember now; I did go to the Betsy Hotel that afternoon."
"What did you go there to do?"
"I went into the hotel and then suddenly didn't feel like having it."
"My period started, okay?"
Raymond took out a photo of Courtney, "Do you recognize her?"
Ikaline glanced at it and quickly turned her head away, "I don't know her."
"Take a good look before you answer."
"Looking again won't change that I don't know her."
"Then why were you following her?"
"We clearly saw you following her on the surveillance, trailing her into the room."
"I wasn't trailing her; we just happened to be going in the same direction. It was merely a coincidence."
"Coincidence, huh?" Raymond retorted, "Then do you know what's even more coincidental? The woman you were following was murdered a few hours later.
You are one of the suspects."
The woman picked up the two photos and looked at them, "This doesn't prove anything. My conscience is clear; I do not know that woman, and I am unrelated to her death.
If you, Ikaline, have evidence, then present it; if not, I'm leaving."
Raymond spoke earnestly, "Hey, we aren't trying to make things difficult for you; we just don't want you caught in a whirlwind. We are trying to help you."
"Thank you, but I don't need help." Ikaline stood up to leave.
"Creak..." The door to the interrogation room opened.
Luke walked in from outside, "Ikaline, can we talk for a moment?"
"I've already said all I'm going to say." Ikaline glanced at Luke, showing no intention of giving him face.
"Just a few words, it won't take much of your time."
Ikaline looked at her watch, then sat back down, "You have three minutes."
Luke cut to the chase, "What is your relationship with Courtney?"
"Your colleague already asked, I do not know Courtney, nor do I have any relationship with her."
"Why did you kill her?"
Ikaline angrily said, "What right do you have to say that? I haven't killed anyone! If you keep saying this, I will sue you."
"Sorry, but it wasn't me who said it, it was Boris who said it."
"Impossible, Boris would never say such a thing."
"He did say it, and he also mentioned a lot about the grudges between the three of you, like how Courtney stole him away from you, which you have never been able to get over. Do you really hate Courtney that much?"
"I... I don't like Courtney, but I wouldn't kill her."
"You admit that you know Courtney?"
"Yes, but her death has nothing to do with me?"
"Then why did you lie?"
Ikaline took a deep breath, "I just didn't want to bring her up."
"OK, since you refuse to talk, we will have to go by what Boris has said."
In reality, Luke was bluffing Ikaline. Although he had brought Boris back to the station, Boris wasn't cooperating, only admitting that Ikaline was his ex-girlfriend before refusing to say more and requesting a lawyer to be present.
So, Luke thought to crack Ikaline first, to get some valuable clues from her.
Ikaline was somewhat worried, "What did Boris say?"
"We found evidence of him committing the murder at Courtney's house, and he pointed you out as the mastermind behind the scenes, claiming he was just an accomplice."
"Impossible, Boris would never admit to the murder."
"Confronted with solid evidence, his denial is useless.
We received reliable information that Boris was hiding at your place, and we were originally there to apprehend him. However, we brought you in first to ensure your safety.
Turns out, you are the ultimate big boss.
That's an unexpected gain."
Jenny, who was nearby, was completely baffled. This was too far-fetched.
Clearly, you were late for work, oblivious even to the specific tasks assigned by the captain, yet you acted as if you were the mastermind.
"No, I have nothing to do with Courtney's death, nor am I any mastermind. Boris is talking nonsense, this ungrateful thing, who abandoned me for that wicked woman before, is now trying to pin the crime on me.
I won't let him succeed." Ikaline trembled with anger, "I really have nothing to do with Courtney's death. I just told Boris about Courtney going to the hotel.
The murder was his own idea and has nothing to do with me."
Luke seized the opportunity and said, "Describe it in detail."
"That afternoon on April 30, I went for afternoon tea at Betsy Hotel and saw Courtney.
Although she was well-disguised, I still recognized her.
I saw her enter a room with a man, so I took photos and sent them to Boris."
I know Boris, he cannot tolerate such betrayal, he was bound to take revenge on Courtney."
Ikaline sighed, "The next day, news of Courtney's murder broke."
"Did you know he killed Courtney?"
"He's a very crafty man, even if he did kill her, he wouldn't tell me. Besides, I'm not sure if it was really him who did it."
"Even so, you still want to be with him?"
"Do you smoke? Even knowing that smoking is toxic, don't people still smoke?"
Ikaline didn't know much, but through questioning, Luke had clarified one thing: on the afternoon of April 30, Boris already knew about Courtney and the producer playing poker.
He had a motive for the murder.
Driving from Las Vegas to Los Angeles only takes three to four hours, so he had the opportunity to commit the crime.