The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 256 Hunters in the Reserve
Jeffrey City, Wyoming.

A shabby pickup truck drove over from the other side of the forest and stopped in front of a shop with a sign that read "Knife and Fork BBQ".

As autumn began, the weather here was a bit cold. Lanham, wearing a leather jacket, got out of the car, walked into the restaurant, found an empty table, sat down, and ordered some simple food.

Outside, across the street, in a Ford Raptor, Garcia and Carlos were observing the pickup truck.

The latter said: "I just came out of the woods. Let's talk to him. There is news from Los Angeles that the target has returned to San Francisco."

Garcia agreed: "We have dealt with him several times. We finally got him to entrust us with finding the murderer who killed his family. It's time to give him the things. Recently, he has been going out to practice shooting frequently, and every time he doesn't see any prey, his purpose is very obvious."

"We are in the same situation as him. Our families have been killed." Carlos clenched his fists and controlled his anger for revenge: "Revenge always motivates people."

Garcia said with a serious expression: "One day, we will kill all those who harm us!"

Campos sent these two men because they knew what to do.

Not long after, Lanham emerged from the restaurant with some of the owner's smoked beef jerky.

Although this man is of Indian descent, he is obviously of mixed race. At first glance, his skin color and appearance are somewhat similar to Dwayne Johnson.

Garcia waved in his direction: "Lanham, we have found out some things about the matter you entrusted to us."

Lanham glanced at him, got in his car and drove over, parked in front, stuck his head out of the window, and saw that they were the two private detectives he had commissioned before, and asked, "Any results?"

Garcia said, "Let's find a place to talk alone?"

Lanham pointed ahead and drove south along the road.

Garcia started the car and followed.

Not far from Jeffrey City, Lanham's pickup truck turned off the road, entered the forest, and turned west along a dirt road covered with fallen leaves.

In the Ford Raptor, Carlos, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took out his pistol and checked the magazine.

Given their experiences, the first thing they considered when they came to such a remote place was naturally personal safety.

The shabby pickup truck in front drove out not far and stopped by a lake.

Lanham jumped out of the car, jumped onto a rock on the shore, sat on it, and waved to the Ford Raptor.

Garcia parked the car, picked up a bag, and went over with Carlos.

Lanham sat on the stone, thinking of the last time he met the two men, and said, "You two private detectives said last time that you could find the real culprit behind the murder of my family. Did you find it?"

Garcia jumped onto the rock, sat on the other side, and handed the bag to Lanham. "It's all in there. It took me a lot of effort and money to find it."

"I don't have any money, so I can only give you this." Lanham took out two gold coins from his pocket and threw them to Garcia: "This is an antique, each one is worth more than $10,000."

He added: "The cash will be given to you later."

Garcia picked them up and looked at them in the sun. In fact, he didn't understand these gold coins, but he could tell that they were some kind of ancient gold coins from Europe.

He threw one to Carlos.

The latter looked at it carefully and didn't recognize it, but he was sure that it was gold.

Lanham opened the bag, took out the documents inside and looked through them carefully.

The opening page mentions the name of the Cougar Excavation Company.

He remembered that when his father came back from Denver, he mentioned the company that had obtained mining rights on the reservation.

Later, it was investigated by the FBI and was involved in a case of multiple deaths on the reservation, and it went bankrupt and closed down.

Lanham had been investigating this company, but he was just a hunting guide for a hunting company in Denver. He had no money or power, and even the police officers and management of the reservation were unwilling to investigate. He had been investigating for a long time but had no clues.

These two private detectives were commissioned by the family of a pair of siblings who died here to investigate, and he also issued a commission by the way.

Lanham looked further and found the documents showing the composition of the shareholders of Cougar Excavation. The company's behind-the-scenes investor was BlackRock Wyoming Branch, and the person who decided to invest was the same person who opened up the relationship between the government and the reservation management and pushed Cougar Excavation to obtain the survey rights.

This man is Douglas Koster, the former president of BlackRock's Wyoming branch, who has now resigned and moved to another state.

The information shows that he was the decision maker of the survey project and should actually be held responsible for the case.

But the Korean head of the Cougar Excavation Company took all the responsibility.

The company paid enough money to keep the investigation of the case within the scope of Cougar.

Not only was Douglas not investigated, he was promoted to California.

Lanham continued to flip to the back, where there were photos and information about Douglas Coster, as well as his latest work location.

BlackRock's San Francisco branch, which is responsible for California operations, is located in Silicon Valley in the Bay Area.

Later, there was some circumstantial evidence, which was insufficient for judicial purposes, but in the eyes of the victims, Douglas Coster was the culprit.

After reading it, Lanham remembered the name Douglas Coster firmly.

He looked at Garcia: "Are all the things you investigated true?"

"I can't fake this kind of thing. Do you think it's fake?" Garcia leaned closer and whispered, "I paid a lot of money to bribe the FBI to get these things."

He took out the gold coins in his hand and said, "Dude, you haven't come into contact with the greed of the FBI, but at least you've seen it in movies and TV shows, right? That's not enough."

Lanham said: "As long as your investigation results are correct, I will naturally give you the remaining compensation. I have the money." Although his sister was classified as a missing person and did not receive any compensation, the bodies of his parents were found at the place where the Cougar Excavation Company dumped the bodies, and he received a large sum of compensation.

This money is enough for him to do many things.

Garcia pointed to the bag and said, "You just looked at it. It involves the sheriff of your reservation. You know him, right? Control him and we'll know the answer after asking him."

Lanham said, "It's hard for me to handle this by myself. How about you help me? Money is not a problem. Since you have done the investigation, you should know that I received a large amount of compensation."

Garcia was in a dilemma: "It's very risky to deal with the sheriff of the reservation."

Lanham had also worked in a big city like Denver and knew how to impress people: "I'll pay more."

Garcia continued: "The work of a private investigator always requires taking risks."

Carlos gave his companion a disdainful look.

For the sake of his family, Lanham came back from Denver and did a lot of research. He didn't want to wait a moment.

He said, "You guys go to Jeffrey's and wait for me. I'll be back soon."

"No problem." Garcia jumped off the rock and called Carlos to get in the car.

The Ford Raptor started and turned around to leave.

Lanham packed the bag, put it in the car, drove back to the reservation, took the money from a house on the reservation, and rushed to Jeffrey City.

He went outside the restaurant and made a phone call.

Garcia and Carlos came out of the restaurant and got into his car.

Lanham produced the bag of cash and handed it to the two men.

Garcia opened the bag, checked its authenticity, counted the quantity, and handed it to Carlos.

Lanham said, "Change your clothes and I'll take you into the reservation."

He found several sets of his clothes from the back seat of the car and asked the two to choose something they could wear.

Garcia and Carlos took a lot of makeup lessons when they were in Los Angeles, and Campos hired professional masters from Hollywood to teach them.

The two men changed their clothes, dyed their hair black again, kept their fake beards, and followed Lanham into the reservation and came to the vicinity of the reservation police station.

The police station on the reservation is independent and all police officers are from within the reservation.

The old sheriff in charge of the police station, Graham, is over sixty years old and is a veteran who truly holds power in the reservation.

After work, he drove a police car and went home whistling.

The reservation has a harsh environment, consisting entirely of barren mountains. Over the years, fewer and fewer people have stayed here, and the area is even more sparsely populated than the average level in Wyoming.

Rounding a hill, Graham spotted a junked pickup truck parked in front of him, with a young reservation resident squatting beside the wheel.

Seeing a car coming, the young man with a face covered in paint stood up and waved at the police car.

Graham stopped the car and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The tire was blown, and we didn't have a jack," Lanham said.

"You young people." Graham heard the local accent, got out of the car, opened the trunk, and went to get the jack.

Garcia and Carlos, who were hiding behind a rock on the side of the road, slid over, and the former pointed his pistol at the back of Graham's head: "Don't move, my gun can go off easily."

Graham could feel that the gun against the back of his head was particularly steady, and he quickly raised his hand: "You can take whatever you want, but kids, don't hurt me."

Garcia pulled his hands behind his back and tied them up with cable ties.

To be on the safe side, three bundles were tied together.

Carlos searched him, found his pistol, handcuffs, and spray, and pushed Graham with his gloved hand: "Get in the car."

The three of them got in the car, with Lanham leading the way, and they left the reservation as quickly as possible.

When they arrived at the lake area, the police car drove directly into the lake. Garcia removed the battery and communication card from Graham's mobile phone and threw them into the lake separately, making it difficult to find them in a short time.

Lanham then dragged Graham away for questioning.

From time to time, screams could be heard in the woods.

Lanham worked as a guide for a hunting company, which actually meant he was a professional hunter and he killed a lot of animals.

The screams became weaker and weaker, gradually turning into groans, and soon, even the sound disappeared.

Lanham came to the lake with a bloodstained hunting knife to clean it, and said, "He confessed. What you found is true."

Garcia asked, "Where are the people?"

"I killed him by accident," Lanham said.

Garcia reminded: "You'd better take care of the body."

"Help me throw it into the lake." Lanham wanted to drag the two into the water: "I'll give you some more money, and you will accompany me to San Francisco."

(End of this chapter)