North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws
Chapter 114 - 103: Locking onto the Murderer! (Supplement)_1

Chapter 114: Chapter 103: Locking onto the Murderer! (Supplement)_1

"Robert, you’re calling me at this hour. Do you have some good news?"

"I met Duran’s son, Aluski Haas, and his mother. They are in Los Angeles now, and I found them at the hospital."

"Hospital?"

"Yes, according to the records. They returned to Los Angeles on November 30th. In the early hours of December 2nd, Aluski was admitted to the hospital by his mother; his eyes had been injured by pepper spray."

"Tell me the name of the hospital!"

...

Dean hung up the phone.

He said goodbye to Holz and the others and drove to the hospital where Robert was.

Considering the pepper spray found on the victim, Howard, and the time of the attack, it was highly likely Aluski had a run-in with Howard before the assault, and it wasn’t a pleasant encounter. It was even possible Aluski himself attacked Howard, and in the process, Howard had somehow managed to injure Aluski’s eyes.

「Hospital.」

Guided enthusiastically by a young nurse, he arrived at Aluski’s private ward.

The kid actually booked himself a private room.

Robert was there too. A beautiful yet tired-looking woman blocked him outside the ward.

Seeing Dean, Robert breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over. "Aluski is inside, but as soon as his mom found out I was a detective, she kicked me out."

"So you just stand here like a block of wood, looking foolish?" Dean patted Robert’s shoulder. "Don’t talk. Just come with me. Watch and learn!"

Dean approached Duran’s wife, who was standing in front of the ward. He looked down at this ripened beauty. "Hello, ma’am. I’m Detective Dean. I need to ask Aluski a few questions."

"Do you have just cause?" Duran’s wife’s tone was icy.

"On the night of December 1st, between eight and ten, Howard, who was about to attend your husband’s parole hearing, was attacked and killed. Where was Aluski at that time?"

The woman raised her head, met Dean’s eyes, and stated with conviction, "He was at home! I was about to go inside when he hid behind the door to scare me. I mistook him for an intruder and accidentally hurt him with pepper spray."

Dean smiled faintly. "Such a deep bond between mother and son.

"But did you know we found used pepper spray on Howard? The time Aluski was injured and the time Howard was attacked coincide, and he is Duran’s son. We have reason to suspect he killed Howard.

"From this, we can even apply to have Aluski’s injuries forensically examined. When that happens, if it turns out you gave false testimony, not only will Aluski become a suspect, but if word reaches Harvard, do you think he can continue his studies?"

At his last words, a flash of panic flickered in the eyes of Duran’s wife. Her son was her only hope now.

Seeing this, Dean leaned close, whispering into the panicked woman’s ear like a Demon, "Ma’am, you wouldn’t want your son to lose his education, would you? We’ve gathered enough evidence. If your son is innocent, he should cooperate with us rather than stand here deepening our suspicions."

The alluring fragrance of the terrified, ripened beauty stirred something in Dean. He’d been without a woman for a long time, and his breath involuntarily grew heated.

Just then— "FK, bastard, what are you doing!"

Aluski, hearing the commotion, climbed out of bed. His eyes were red and swollen. He vaguely saw a man far too close to his mother’s face and, in a rage, charged forward.

The next moment, a long, slender hand shot out, faster than he could react, and accurately seized his throat, slamming him viciously against the wall.

As Dean pinned Aluski against the wall, his brute strength flared. He lifted the young man, who weighed over a hundred pounds, right off the ground with one hand.

"Assaulting an officer can get you locked up!"

Dean turned to the flustered Duran’s wife. "Ma’am, if you don’t want your son to be charged with assaulting an officer, shall we talk?"

"Talk! We can talk about anything! Just let Aluski go, he’s still just a child!" Duran’s wife, tears streaming down her face, threw herself at Dean, trying to claw his hand away.

Dean let go of the gasping Aluski. With one hand, he dragged the young man like a dead dog, and with the other, he grabbed Duran’s wife by the arm, pulling them both into the ward.

Robert watched, stunned. He was beginning to wonder if Dean was there to interrogate the mother and son or to reenact a scene from some illegal DVD.

If Dean were to play the villain, without holding back, he might actually scare the other actors... Robert mumbled to himself. He involuntarily closed the ward door and eagerly followed them in.

He swore his only interest was in learning Dean’s interrogation techniques. Absolutely no other expectations!

Dean tossed Aluski and his mother onto the bed, then pulled over a chair and sat down. "Now, tell me, where was Aluski at eight o’clock on the night of December 1st, and who injured his eyes?"

"Bastard!"

Aluski, this young bull, however, once again tried to rise from the bed and aimed a punch at Dean.

He had barely started to rise when he was slammed back onto the bed. Simultaneously, something cold and thick was shoved into his mouth. "Last chance," Dean’s voice was menacing. "Or I promise, you’ll feel the same despair as those pigs in a slaughterhouse!"