North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 608 - 341_1
"What interesting things?"
Dean and Lawrence, upon hearing that Daisy had made some discoveries, couldn't help but perk up.
Seeing that she had piqued their interest, Daisy let out a sly chuckle and rubbed her fingers together at Dean, "Handsome Detective Brother..."
"I'm younger than you!"
"Oh, handsome Detective Little Brother..."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Daisy, we need to find clues about the killer's identity as soon as possible. Cut to the chase, will you? Once the case is solved, I'll buy you whatever you want to eat!"
"You said it!"
Having gotten what she wanted, Daisy began to speak, "Barnaby officially had thirteen accounts. I had Old Hunter issue an investigation order and expedited the retrieval of his card spending and financial transactions from the past year. What surprised me was that there wasn't much money left in Barnaby's own accounts. So I took a closer look at Barnaby's credit card transactions. You have no idea how extravagant this guy was. Each month, just eating at high-end restaurants cost him over twenty thousand US dollars; his clothes and shoes were all custom-made, and his watches were..."
Dean, growing impatient, tapped on the table, "Get to the point!"
I don't know what's going on. He felt that although he hadn't seen Daisy for a few months, this busty beauty who favored lace seemed to be heading in the direction of becoming a rambling American aunt.
Hearing Dean's urging, Daisy pouted, feeling wronged, "I found that this guy Barnaby, whether it was what he ate or used, was all about brand and prestige. Plus, all the places where he swiped his card were in the upscale areas of Los Angeles. Even for nightlife, Barnaby went to high-end clubs and nightclubs where the minimum spend was tens of thousands of US dollars. So I excluded all these lavish spending locations and finally found a few abnormally large transactions."
With that, Daisy connected her laptop to the projector in the conference room and displayed an electronic map of Los Angeles County in front of Dean and Lawrence.
Daisy operated the computer and drew a red circle in an inconspicuous location on the map, "This is the community around the University of California, Los Angeles campus. Barnaby made several unusual transactions here this year. The place of expenditure was a company called 'Eden Consulting Studio.' Barnaby has swiped his card here three times in the last year. The first transaction was last Christmas, for thirty thousand US dollars. The second occurred in early March, amounting to forty-five thousand US dollars. The most recent one, in June, was for one hundred thousand US dollars—more than either of the previous two amounts—and they averaged one transaction roughly every three months. Speaking of which, if he hadn't 'disappeared,' he probably would have gone again in September."
"Eden Consulting Studio..."
Hearing the location and Barnaby's spending times, Dean tapped on the table and frowned, "Daisy, check to see if these times correspond to the 'University of California, Los Angeles' breaks."
Daisy hummed softly, crossed her arms, and said with some pride, "I'm not stupid. I've already checked. The owner of Eden Consulting Company is named Joya, a student at the University of California, Los Angeles. Eden Consulting Company's annual turnover is around five hundred thousand US dollars, most of which came from Barnaby. Also, the family background of the owner, Joya, is somewhat problematic. A few of Joya's cousins are local hooligans. By the way, their information should have already been printed out." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Daisy licked her somewhat dry lips, then practically bounced out of the conference room.
Shortly after, she returned with a stack of documents and tossed them in front of Dean, her eyebrows arching, as she sought praise, "Treating me to a meal, wasn't it worth it?"
Dean gave a thumbs up, "More than worth it."
Hmph, good that you know.
Daisy snorted haughtily, though she couldn't suppress a smile at the corner of her mouth, and, grabbing the unfinished snacks, she began to munch away merrily.
Having dealt with the easy-to-please Daisy, Dean picked up the pages that were still warm from the printer and smelled of fresh ink, and started flipping through them rapidly.
The police station had a color printer, so these documents not only contained each person's file information, but the upper right corner also included color headshot photos.
These individuals were clearly disreputable characters. The oldest was no more than twenty-two and the youngest only fifteen, yet every one of them had been arrested multiple times for petty crimes, marking them as repeat offenders with stained records.
Dean rapidly memorized each profile, one by one.
When he turned to the third profile, his eyes caught the person's photo in the upper right corner, and he suddenly sat up straight.
He had seen this person today.
And not just once, but twice!
"What is it, Dean?"
Lawrence, realizing Dean had a new discovery, quickly came over.
Dean pulled out the third profile, placed it on the table, and pointed at the photo, "Remember that room hung with photos of men and women?"
Lawrence nodded, "I'll probably never forget that scene in my lifetime. How could I not remember?"
"The person at the very top, that's him!"
Dean spoke quickly, "Carlo and I saw this guy and his companions outside that house when we were going to Barnaby's. They seemed to be pimping for those wealthy students. It turns out they are connected to Barnaby too!"
Or rather, Barnaby might actually be the real boss behind the so-called Eden Consulting Company. This guy, his business was extensive.
Daisy, who was eating, lit up at this, "Dean, did I just discover key information?"
