Chapter 235 Good Neighbor


Hollywood area, Ackerman charity shelter.

After receiving the call from Hawke, Campos immediately drove over.

He was very familiar with this area. He fled to Los Angeles and lived here for a long time, almost dying from a leg injury.

Although he later established Butterfly Consulting, Campos would come back to visit from time to time, and even attracted many news informants from here.

Especially the young people who helped him at the beginning, Campos also equipped them with mobile phones that can take pictures.

Returning here, Hua Die is back to the place where he raised his troops.

Campos parked the car and came to an area where some Mexican youths were gathering.

"Boss!"

"Why are you back?"

"Boss, do you need any help?"

Among the young people, those who knew Campos came forward to say hello.

Campos nodded at them, took out a photo of Miller Collins, and said, "I have something I want to ask you about."

He showed the photo: "Have you seen this person recently?"

One of them scratched his head: "This person looks familiar."

Someone next to me came up, took a serious look, and said, "Isn't this the former sports star in the RV in the parking lot?"

"Yes! Yes! It's him." Another person remembered: "He hasn't appeared for a while. It seems that the municipal people towed his RV last time. He left and never came back."

Campos heard the clue and asked: "Tell me specifically what happened."

The third person described in detail the last time the municipal government came to tow the truck and Miller Collins left with someone else.

Another person took out the camera phone provided by Campos and said, "By the way, we also took photos."

Campos immediately ordered: "Ask who else has taken photos and send them all to me."

Two people left here and looked for people to ask.

Soon, four more people came over and they also took photos.

These people dug out the photos taken that day and sent them all to Campos. There were dozens of photos in total.

Campos asked each one more about Miller-Collins when he lived in the parking lot.

More than one person mentioned that the man in the photo often came to see Miller Collins recently and gave him some things.

After asking several people and seeing that there was no new content, Campos handed them some cash, told them not to talk nonsense, and drove out of the parking lot.

On the way, he found a relatively clear photo of the man's head and forwarded it to the company, asking the company to immediately mobilize manpower to find the man's whereabouts.

After doing this, Campos received another call from Juan and Garcia.

The two had some photos and videos taken at the Burbank hotel sent to him.

Campos ignored it and drove straight to the Silver Lake neighborhood.

After passing the security check at the door, he came to the target villa, negotiated with the security personnel, drove in, picked up his mobile phone and computer, and hurried into the exhibition room.

When Campos entered the door, he saw Hawke, Erica who was on the phone, and the huge stuffed brown bear behind them.

Hawke saw him coming in and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Yes, I gained something over there in the parking lot." Campos opened his laptop, connected his mobile phone, and clicked on the picture folder: "Recently, a white man has been looking for Miller Collins. …”

While he selected the auto-playing picture, he explained in detail what he had asked about in the parking lot.

Hawke stared at the laptop screen. Most of the pictures above were dominated by two people. Among them, the sloppy one could basically be identified as Miller Collins, and the other one was a strange face he had never seen before. .

After making the call, Erica came over and stood next to Hawke to take a closer look.

Campos pointed at the strange guy: "I have asked the company to fully investigate this person's identity."

Photos play automatically one after another.

After playing it once, Hawke and Erica watched it again.

Not found yet.

Campos took out the video taken at the entrance of the hotel’s underground parking lot.

This part is too long.

From a professional criminology perspective, Erica suggested looking at the events within two hours of the incident.

The three of them each sat in front of a computer and watched the video.

In this regard, Erica, the LAPD, was the most professional. Not long after watching the video of the parking lot entrance, she hit the pause button.

She stared at a Cadillac on the screen, looked at it for a while, dragged the video back, played it again, and paused it again.

Erica switched back to those cell phone photos and rummaged through them.

Hawke noticed the movement on her side and came over to take a look.

Erica quickly found the photo she wanted, which was not very clear.

This photo was taken from a relatively far distance, with the two Miller-Collins figures in the center, but other people and cars were also captured at the edges.

And in the upper right corner of the photo, a Cadillac is turning into an empty parking space.

Erica is an LAPD officer and an elite member of the Detective Bureau. She vaguely sensed something was wrong from the photos.

She scrolled down to change the photos. The next few photos were all taken with the same mobile phone, and the angles were not much different.

The Cadillac turned into the parking space, and you could vaguely see a man in the driver's seat, but you couldn't see the details clearly. Hawke's focus also shifted from Miller Collins to this car.

Erica switched back to the video recording: "This car appeared at the entrance to the underground parking lot of the Burbank Hotel."

Hawke took a look. Although the video was clear and the photo was a bit blurry, it was enough to tell that it was the same Cadillac.

"On the day Miller Collins' RV was towed away and the people were taken away, this car showed up." He didn't think it was such a coincidence: "Less than half an hour after Brian and I were attacked, this car showed up again. To the Burbank Hotel where Douglas Coster stayed”

Erica answered the call automatically: "BlackRock is most suspicious. There is something wrong with this car."

Campos was already here, looking at the Cadillac on the computer screen, and said, "I'll have someone check it right away."

Hawke nodded: "Hurry up."

Erica took out two USB flash drives, intercepted and copied the videos and photos, handed one copy to Campos, and called a security guard to take the videos and mobilize her strength to find the Cadillac.

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Santa Monica, a guarded parking lot.

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The black Cadillac was parked in the long-term rental parking space. Tim got out of the car, turned a corner on foot, carefully observed the back, made sure no one was following him, and got into the Volvo he drove every day.

He drove out of the parking lot and soon came to 20th Street.

It was already dark at this time and the street lights were on, but the lights in Hawke Osmond's villa diagonally opposite were always turned off.

It's been like this these days.

Tim's original plan was to have Miller Collins drive his car into the villa, blowing up the people and the house.

But since many days ago, Hawke Osmond has not come back.

Tim also specifically asked his neighbor Jet Brown, who said that Hawke's company had recently been involved in financing and going public and was very busy at work, so he lived directly next to the company.

He drove into the garage, came to the second floor window, and looked across the way. The dark villa was lifeless.

The operation failed. Tim thought that he had not failed. He was now Hawke's neighbor. Hawke would eventually come back to live and look for another opportunity.

This business can always be done, and there is still hope for hundreds of thousands of dollars in commissions.

Tim took a shower, lay on the soft mattress, and thought about the people and things.

Those who should leave have left North America, and those who should hibernate have been hidden, and nothing has been left behind.

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At night, a few people came to a used car market in Los Angeles.

They approached a business owner and asked about a Cadillac.

Soon, these people found relevant information and found a video from the surveillance video of the market entrance that had not been covered.

Ten minutes later, Erica's cell phone rang inside the villa in the Silver Lake Community.

She answered a phone call, called Hawke, and came to the door of the villa.

Someone specially sent a storage disk.

Returning to the villa exhibition hall, Erica connected the storage disk to the computer and opened the video in it.

Hawk saw the man driving away in the Cadillac.

He knows it!

"Tim Wilson!" Hawke still remembered the name of the newly moved neighbor, and was somewhat surprised: "It's actually related to him."

Erica said: "It looks like he moved to 20th Street in Santa Monica just for you."

Hawke turned off the video: "This is the only explanation."

Erica came to a metal display cabinet, opened the cabinet door, exposed the firearms inside, took out a pistol, and checked the magazine and bullets.

Hawke opened another display case, which also contained guns.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not call the police or notify the FBI.

The current connections and evidence are nothing from a legal perspective and cannot convict Tim Wilson.

This is not an ordinary person, he also has powerful forces behind him. If he really wants to proceed from the legal level, there are only two results.

The two sides turned into a long-term wrangling case.

Then there's Tim Wilson's suicide.

These are not the results Hawke wants to see.

Just like crisis public relations and strategic planning, he never likes to take the usual path.

Erica silently packed her weapons.

Hawke stopped her and said, "Let my people solve it."

Erica said: "Are you sure?"

"No problem." Hawke said simply: "My three bodyguards rent a house right next to Tim Wilson."

Erica asked: "Raul and the others?"

Hawke took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call: "First find out if he is at home."

Erica thought for a moment and said: "There is a warehouse over there south of Manhattan Beach. My house is used to store some things. No one usually goes there."

Hawke asked her to tell her the location carefully and called Raul directly.

A few minutes later, the three of Raul left the Silver Lake community, changed into a commercial vehicle driven by Campos, and went straight to 20th Street in Santa Monica. (End of chapter)

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