North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 614 - 344 Difficult to Handle_1

""Daisy was taken away from the precinct?"

This is absurd, Dean thought. I must have misheard. Although Daisy is just an inconspicuous clerk in the detective bureau, inter-departmental transfers of personnel are often troublesome. To put it bluntly, even if Daisy genuinely had issues, the people coming for her should have been from Internal Affairs, not other departments. This concerns the 'organization's' integrity. It sounds somewhat laughable, but that's the reality of it. Otherwise, the bigwigs at the detective bureau would also worry about being slandered. So, whatever the reason for Daisy's arrest, it's definitely going to be troublesome.

Dean quickly asked Harry to contact his good friends within the police to find out the identities of those who took Daisy away, and to also reach out to Old Hunter. After all, Daisy was one of Old Hunter's subordinates; the people who took her away might explain the situation to Old Hunter.

He hung up the phone.

Dean briefly informed Lawrence, who was beside him, of the situation.

Lawrence, who lacked Dean's political astuteness, commented, "Dean, in all my years as a cop, I've only seen the hyenas from Internal Affairs take one of our own, or heard about people from the FBI and the Drug Enforcement Agency clashing in the early years. Could Daisy have been taken by Internal Affairs?"

Dean shook his head. "Harry said the precinct chief also showed up. This matter isn't so simple. We should head to the next location and deal with the case before circling back to Daisy's situation."

"FK!"

Lawrence cursed, driving off towards the next location in a foul mood.

They had just learned some important information from the young man at the Eden Consulting Company: his upperclassman had said three days ago that he had landed a big business deal and planned to invite his fair-weather friends to his house for a thorough discussion. After that, the young man lost all contact with his upperclassman.

Faced with the threats from the two imposing men, the young man bluntly revealed his upperclassman's residence.

「Twenty minutes later.」

Dean and Lawrence arrived at a villa.

This was an old-style suburban garden villa, complete with a garden of about a hundred square meters, a swimming pool, a small orchard, and also a leisure area that featured a swing and a barbecue grill. Overall, it looked quite pricey.

Labor is expensive in the United States. The annual maintenance fees for such a place could be tens of thousands of US dollars.

"Pimping sure is lucrative." Lawrence, still upset about Daisy's arrest, grumpily opened the car door upon seeing the large villa with a swimming pool.

Dean got out of the car too, surveyed the area, and chuckled, "It's just a rental. The guy staying here is just a poor sucker pretending to be rich. If I'm not wrong, he's probably splurged trying to blend in with the wealthy student crowd and spent quite a bit on appearances."

Two others followed them out of the car—a man and a woman. They were the community's security workers. Had it not been for Lawrence taking out his detective badge and saying a homicide might have taken place here, the community security wouldn't have let Dean and the others in so easily.

Overhearing Dean's remark, the tall, brown-haired female security guard with a ponytail raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that the owner of this house is a faux rich person?"

"Exactly," Dean said, pointing towards the garden and the distant orchard. "See these here?

"A truly wealthy person would have them trimmed regularly. Although there are signs of trimming here, it's amateurish, likely done by the owner and friends themselves.

"Also, look at those external walls and window frames—no one has been called to repair them. It's not that the owner doesn't want to; he just lacks the money.

"If I'm not wrong, he probably drives a not-so-cheap car and wears an equally expensive watch."

The poor play with cars, the rich with watches. Seeing someone with a luxury car and a designer watch often gives the first impression that the person is wealthy. But truly wealthy people care more about the details in their quality of life.

Dean's words made the attractive female security guard, who was about to speak, swallow her words, which finally manifested as a curt and crude "FK."

Lawrence, standing beside them, looked at the female security guard with a scrutinizing gaze. "Do you have some story with the owner of this house?"

The male security guard shrugged and explained, "We all thought the owner here was a wealthy student, so quite a few young female security workers and housekeepers willingly got into bed with that guy, Latte's sister included."

The annual rent here is no less than half a million US dollars, making it truly an affluent area, and such scenarios are not uncommon.

Hearing her colleague's revelation, the female security guard replied curtly, "I really hope he's fine so I can kick his nuts in!"

With that, she marched towards the villa's front gate.

On the way, the male security guard gave Dean and Lawrence a brief overview of the situation:

"The owner of this place lives in Europe and entrusts a property management company with the villa's rental. The current tenant rented this house two years ago. He's a student from a nearby university, a Los Angeles local. This guy often brings young people over for parties, and you can usually see a lot of beautiful women around, so we have a strong impression of him."

Dean casually asked, "When was the last time he came back?"

"Three days ago!" The male security guard said with certainty. "Although we haven't checked the vehicle entry and exit records yet, I'm positive it was three days ago. That day, he brought in a few guys who didn't look like good people. Those are the types we pay more attention to, but neither I nor my colleague on duty saw them leave. They should still be inside the villa."