The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Ackerman Charity Shelter in Hollywood.

After receiving Hawke's call, Campos immediately drove over.

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

Although he later established the Butterfly Consulting Company, Campos would come back from time to time and even recruited a lot of news informants from here.

Campos also provided the young people who had helped him with mobile phones that could take pictures.

Returning here is like returning to the place where she started her rebellion.

Campos parked the car and came to where some Mexican youths gathered.

"Boss!"

"Why are you back?"

"Boss, do you need any help?"

Among those young people, those who knew Campos came forward to greet him.

Campos nodded at them and pulled out a photo of Miller Collins, saying, "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 and said, "This guy looks familiar."

Someone nearby came forward, took a closer look, and said, "Isn't this the former sports star who lives in the RV in the parking lot?"

"Yes! Yes! That's him." Another person remembered: "He hasn't appeared for a while. Last time, it seemed that the municipal people towed his RV away, and he never came back after he left."

Campos heard the clue and asked, "Tell me exactly what happened."

The third person described in detail what happened last time when the municipality came to tow the car and Miller Collins ran away with someone.

Another person pulled out the camera phone Campos had given him and said, “By the way, we took some pictures.”

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

Two people left here and looked for people to ask questions.

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

These people dug out the photos taken that day and sent them all to Campos, totaling dozens of them.

Campos asked each one more question about what it was like when Miller Collins lived in the parking lot.

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

After asking several people and finding no new information, Campos stuffed some cash into their pockets, told them not to say anything, and drove away from the parking lot.

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

After finishing all 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 didn't bother to look and drove straight to the Silver Lake community.

After passing the security check at the gate, he arrived in front of the target villa, negotiated with the security personnel, drove the car directly in, picked up his mobile phone and computer, and hurried into the exhibition room.

As soon as Campos entered the room, he saw Hawke, Erica who was on the phone, and the huge stuffed brown bear behind them.

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

"Yes, we found something in the parking lot." Campos opened his laptop, connected his phone, and clicked on the picture folder: "Recently, a white man has been visiting Miller Collins frequently..."

As he selected the automatically played picture, he carefully recounted what he had learned in the parking lot.

Hawke stared at the laptop screen. Most of the pictures on it were of two people. The sloppy one could be basically identified as Miller Collins, while the other was a stranger face he had never seen before.

Erica came over after finishing her call and stood next to Hawke, looking carefully.

Campos pointed at the stranger and said, "I have asked the company to investigate this person's identity."

The photos play automatically one after another.

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

Not found yet.

Campos then took out the video shot at the entrance of the hotel's underground parking lot.

This part is long.

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

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

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

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

Erica switched back to the photos on her phone and started searching through them.

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

Erica quickly found the photo she wanted, but it wasn't very clear.

This photo was taken from a distance. The center is Miller Collins and his two men, but other people and cars are also captured on the edges.

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

Erica is an LAPD and an elite member of the Detective Bureau. She vaguely sensed that something was wrong in the photo.

She changed the photos, and the next few photos were all taken with the same phone, with similar angles.

The Cadillac turned into the parking space, and he could vaguely see a man in the driver's seat, but he couldn't see anything more specific. Hawke's focus shifted from Miller Collins to the car.

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

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

"This car showed up on the same day that Miller Collins' RV was towed away and the people were taken away." He thought it was not such a coincidence: "Less than half an hour after Brian and I were attacked, this car showed up at the Burbank Hotel where Douglas Coster was staying."

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

Campos had already come over here, looked at the Cadillac on the computer screen, and said, "I'll have someone check it out right away."

Hawke nodded: "Hold on tight."

Erica took out two USB flash drives, copied the videos and photos, gave one copy to Campos, and called a security guard to take the video and mobilize forces to find the Cadillac.

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Santa Monica, a guarded parking lot.

The black Cadillac was parked in a long-term rental parking space. Tim got out of the car, turned a corner on foot, carefully looked behind him to make sure no one was following him, and got into the Volvo he drove daily.

He drove out of the parking lot and soon arrived at 20th Street.

It was already dark and the street lights were on, but the lights in Hawk Osmond's villa diagonally opposite remained off.

It's been like this these days.

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

But Hawk Osmond had not returned since many days ago.

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

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

The operation failed, but Tim thought he did not fail. He was now Hawk's neighbor, and Hawk would eventually come back to live with him. He would then look for another opportunity.

This deal can always be done, and there is still hope of earning hundreds of thousands of dollars in commission.

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

Those who should leave have already left North America, and those who should lie dormant have hidden themselves, with no one left out.

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Under the cover of night, several people came to a used car market in Los Angeles.

They found a store owner and asked about a Cadillac.

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

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

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

Someone sent a storage disk specially.

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

Hawke saw the man driving away in the Cadillac.

He knows it!
"Tim Wilson!" Hawke still remembered the name of the new neighbor who had just moved in, and was somewhat surprised: "It turns out to be related to him."

Erica said, "It seems that he moved to 20th Street in Santa Monica just for you."

Hawke turned off the video: "That's the only explanation."

Erica came to a metal display case and opened the door directly, revealing the guns inside. She took out a pistol and checked the magazine and bullets.

Hawke opened another display case, which also contained a gun.

The two of them were in sync and did not mention anything like calling the police or informing the FBI.

The current connections and evidence are nothing at a legal level and cannot convict Tim Wilson.

This is not an ordinary person. There are powerful forces behind him. If we really want to proceed from a legal perspective, there are only two possible results.

The two sides have become involved in a long-term dispute.

Then there was 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 quietly gathered up her weapons.

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

Erica said, "Are you sure?"

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

Erica asked, "Raul and the others?"

Hawke took out his cell 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 south of Manhattan Beach. My family uses it to store some things. Usually no one goes there."

Hawke asked her to tell him the location in detail and called Raul directly.

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