The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 38 Gambler
In a mansion in Brentwood.

In order to show his determination to get back on track, Robert Downey Jr. spent a lot of money to hire a psychologist, Judy Haverley.

The latter was a student of Jeanne Dixon, a famous American psychic, astrologer and prophet.

"I've been really unlucky lately..." Robert Downey Jr. talked about being caught cheating and being fired from the crew, and asked, "How can I get back on track?"

Judy asked Donny to give her some hair and then performed the divination ritual seriously.

Donny and his two playmates didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing her.

After a long while, Judy ended the ceremony and said, "I found the problem."

Fatty Cole was curious, so he leaned over to his bald companion He-Man's ear and whispered, "Is it really that magical?"

Donnie glanced over and the two of them quickly shut up.

Judy then asked, "Is there anything you particularly wanted to do but haven't done this year?"

Donnie thought for a moment and said, "I didn't get the leading role in Ghost Man."

Judy's question was very clever. She had learned about Donnie's situation before coming here, and immediately shook her head: "Earlier."

Donny began to reminisce, and after a few minutes, he remembered something: "I once wanted someone to jump off a building, but he didn't. I was very unhappy. Does this count?"

Judy decided to leave it at that. She was silent for a moment and said in an unfathomable way, "That's right."

To avoid trouble, she added: "You have to let this person jump off the building on his own initiative. You can't force him."

Donnie responded, "Got it."

Then Judy took the money and left.

After sending the person back, Donny sat in the lounge and pondered, but he couldn't remember what the guy's name was, so he could only call the director.

After the director found the name and gave a reply, he told the bald guy, "Heyman, go to Provo, Utah, and look for a bastard named Downing Ward. He's been involved in extreme sports and has been a stuntman. He shouldn't be hard to find."

The bald man said, "I'll pack my things and go right away."

Donnie looked at the fat man again: "Cole, you are a bit wild, find a few reliable guys to be ready, and when He-Man confirms, go and control the people immediately."

He added: "Don't hurt anyone first, I want to see him jump off the building."

Cole said: "Finding someone requires money, preferably cash."

Donnie strode in: "Follow me." He opened a door: "There's some cash in the cabinet, take it all."

Cole promised: "I will do this little thing beautifully."

Donny is gone.

Cole entered the house and took more than $1000 in cash. When he left, he suddenly found a Rolex placed casually in the corner of the cabinet. Because no one had touched it for a long time, it was covered with dust.

Donny likes to collect watches, and he can't even remember how many he has.

Cole was very familiar with Downey's house. The security system of the house was for the outside, but not for the inside. He looked back at the door and saw that there was no one there. He picked up his watch and put it in his pocket.

His movements were very skilled and it was obvious that this was not his first time.

Donnie went to another room and saw Deborah packing clothes for her son. He said, "Shall we go out for dinner tonight?"

Deborah said coldly: "Not interested."

Donnie raised his hands and swore, "I will never touch those things again. I will go to the gym tomorrow to work out and quit drugs."

"I'll trust you one last time." Deborah had no interest in going out for dinner: "I hope you'll keep your word."

Seeing his wife's refusal, Donny felt annoyed and went back to his entertainment room, where he found a plastic bag from the billiard box.

I will start quitting tomorrow, and today will be the last time.

Cole drove out of Brentwood and arrived at Big Daddy's Art Store in Westwood, parked the car and walked toward the door.

Across the road, Hawke, wearing a wig, glasses, and a beard, stared at Cole and said in an East Coast accent, "That's right, the fat guy."

The guy holding the newspaper on the bench next to him is so ordinary that people would ignore him. He is born to be a private detective.

The man said, "This guy is a gambler. He often participates in a private card game. He is not very smart. Whenever he takes valuables, he comes to this store to buy them. He has been doing this more frequently recently. This is the third time since I started targeting him."

"Gambler? Hello, gambler." Hawke took out an envelope and handed it to him: "I'll take care of this, you keep an eye on the outside, and don't ignore the other person."

The man took the envelope and nodded: "Don't worry, my assistant is watching."

Hawke pushed up his plain glasses, picked up his modified briefcase, and crossed the street into the art store.

After receiving the photos taken by the private detective, he went in yesterday and was familiar with the place.

The waiter came over and said, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Hawke saw the fat man in the watch section and said, "I want to buy a suitable second-hand watch, a Rolex or Omega will do."

The waiter took a quick look at Hawke's clothes and bag, knowing that this was someone who could not afford first-hand goods, and led him to the watch area: "Please come this way, sir." Hawke tucked his briefcase under his armpit and pointed it towards the fat man as he walked over, especially the watch that the appraiser was checking.

The waiter brought out a few Submariner watches and Omegas and tried to sell them to Hawke.

Hawke's briefcase was placed on the counter, with the hidden camera facing the fat man.

He showed great interest in the watch and started haggling with the waiter over the price so that he could take the photo.

In addition to selling directly, art shops can also rent out art works, making it convenient for people who cannot afford to buy them to borrow them temporarily.

The fat man quickly got the check and left the store.

Hawke also went out, saying that the price was not ideal, and drove a Chevrolet, following the fat man's car.

Cole drove west along Santa Monica Boulevard, entered Santa Monica, turned onto Third Street, and parked in a large parking lot.

He glanced at his electronic watch. It was still early, so he could go to the card game first and then look for someone.

A Chevrolet drove up and stopped on the other side.

As Cole got out of the car, he noticed the passenger window of the Chevrolet was lowered, revealing a large photo.

The protagonists of the photo are him and the female appraiser, and he is holding a Cartier women's necklace.

Hawke pointed to the co-pilot: "Hey, get in the car."

Cole wanted to run, but his legs had no strength, so he obediently got into the passenger seat of the Chevrolet.

Hawke pulled out a stack of photos and handed them over.

Cole took it and looked through it one by one.

The photos all feature him, who sells items such as accessories and watches at Big Daddy's Art Shop.

Hawke directly broke his remaining fantasy: "I have investigated you. Apart from the income you can get from following Donny, you have no other source of income. These items are not yours. If I am not mistaken, they belong to your employer and friends."

“Oh, by the way,” he added, “you just sold a Rolex.”

Cole suddenly collapsed, the photo in his hand fell to his feet, and he opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Hawke waited for him to calm down and said, "There's a card game here. You're a regular. Donnie, don't you know?"

Cole took a quick breath and said after a while, "What do you want to do?"

Hawke, like a villain in a movie, picked up a few photos on the center console and said, "You don't want them to appear in front of the Downeys, do you? Don't think too much. I have a buddy who has the negatives."

Cole knows where his true value lies: "I will never betray Donnie!"

"I didn't ask you to betray Donny." Hawke knew how to proceed step by step: "I just asked you to provide Donny and Deborah's location, such as who they are going to date."

Cole was surprised: "Are you a reporter?"

Hawke took out the fake business card he had prepared long ago: "Anthony Murphy, a freelance journalist."

Cole breathed a sigh of relief: "Is this all you want?"

"Man, this is a society ruled by law!" Hawke said quickly, "America has laws, and Donny is a celebrity. If I really do anything to him, I will be finished."

Cole was a gambler, and all he wanted at this moment was an excuse: "You promise?"

Hawke said: "I swear to God in the name of the Murphy family!"

"There has to be a time limit, a week at most!" Cole didn't want to be controlled for a long time: "After this, give me the photos and negatives."

Hawke said, "Sure, but it will take ten days."

Thinking about how quickly ten days passed, Cole said, "Okay."

Hawke asked a lot of questions again.

For example, what specific items Cole stole, who the items belonged to, and so on.

After a while, Hawke wrote down his cell phone number and left him his backup cell phone number.

Cole opened the door and got out of the car.

Hawke drove out of Santa Monica, took out his spare cell phone and called the private investigator: "You can leave now."

"Okay." The private detective said, "My assistant followed the bald man into the airport. The bald man was going to take a flight to Provo, Utah."

"I understand." Hawke hung up the phone calmly.

He frowned slightly. What was Robert Downey Jr.'s henchman doing in Provo? Was it related to Downing Ward?
Hawke took out his usual phone, dialed Edward's number, and asked, "Have you contacted Jacqueline?"

Edward said: "I called her, she hasn't gotten up yet, and we agreed to meet in Mount Holbel in an hour."

(End of this chapter)