The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 46 True love exists in the world

In the morning, Hawke trotted out of the ranch park.

At the park entrance, Frank, who was begging with a hat on, waved at Hawke and reminded him, "It seems someone is looking for you. The girl has a great figure."

Hawke had seen a girl with a blond ponytail and jeans walking up and down the sidewalk in front of the studio across the road.

Frank asked, "They're not looking for you, are they? Remember to introduce them to me."

Hawke said unhappily, "What? You think your ex-wife is too little and didn't torture you to death? Do you want to do it again?"

Frank snorted coldly: "I am now free and alone."

"Me too." Hawke crossed Fountain Street, looked at the girl briefly, and asked, "Officer, who are you looking for?"

The girl turned around, recognized Hawke, and offered her hand: "Erica Ferguson, we met on Santa Monica Boulevard, Julian told me the address."

"Hawk Osmond." Hawke shook hands with him and looked at him briefly. The other person was not very handsome, but he was very heroic.

She is tall, with medium-short golden-brown hair and light tanned skin. Due to long-term exercise, she has a fit body, long legs and a slim waist.

She looked somewhat like Erica Schmidt, a female athlete he had met online in his previous life.

Hawke guessed that the other party must have entered this industry not long ago, because most of the female police officers with rich work experience were tanks.

Still a heavy tank.

He asked, "What do you want from me?"

Erica smiled and said, "I want to thank you in person."

Hawke opened the studio door: "Come in."

Erica followed him into the house and quickly looked around the furnishings, which were clean and tidy.

Hawke pointed to his sweat-stained sportswear and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. You can sit anywhere."

He went upstairs to wipe his sweat, changed his clothes and came down, and asked, "Tea or coffee? You're not going to work today?"

“No, thank you,” Erica said. “I’m on administrative leave.”

Hawke asked, "Is it troublesome?"

Erica was a little embarrassed: "Take a few days' rest and go back to work soon."

She paused and added: "Without you, I might be unemployed."

Hawke said: "Don't be polite about what happened that day. I just happened to encounter it and took pictures of it again."

He still said the same thing: "My conscience and professional ethics do not allow me to pretend that I didn't see it and let innocent people bear the blame they don't deserve."

Erica smiled and said, "You helped me get out of a lot of trouble. I just started working and encountered something like this. If public opinion deteriorates, I feel terrible just thinking about it... After all, the person who died was not an ordinary person."

Hawke said bluntly: "I only see a drug addict, a bastard who wants to do whatever he wants with his fame, and a villain who wants to shoot ladies."

Erica suddenly found that Hawke's ordinary face was particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, by the way, this is for you." She took out a special card from her bag and handed it to Hawke: "My boss asked me to bring it here. Take it, and your colleagues won't embarrass you on the way."

Hawke took it and said politely, "Thank you."

He had heard of this thing, the LAPD's special exemption card. For minor offenses like speeding, even if he was caught, the LAPD would let him go.

Erica gave Hawke her contact information again: "If you get into trouble within the Western Police Station, you can call me."

These were useful to Hawke, so he accepted them without hesitation. Just as he was about to say something else, the door opened and Edward pushed it open.

Lao Hei saw Erica and was surprised: "Boss, you are so fast..."

Hawke interrupted him: "This is Officer Erica Ferguson, she shot and killed Donnie."

Hearing that it was a police officer, the suppression from his blood made Edward shut up instantly and he could only reveal an unnatural smile.

Would an LAPD that dared to shoot Robert Downey Jr. empty the magazine on a black man?
Erica excused herself at the right time.

After everyone left, Edward asked, "Boss, you won't ask her to be your girlfriend, right?"

"Are you kidding me? We're asking for trouble if we have an LAPD officer around us." Hawke successfully dragged Edward into the water and revealed something: "Erica is a street patrol officer. She patrols the area in West Los Angeles where many celebrities gather. Maybe we can use her someday."

Edward, with a filthy head, grabbed Hawke's sleeve and said, "For the sake of our entrepreneurial plan and the future of the studio, you should sacrifice yourself, Boss."

Hawke didn't bother to deal with these crazy words. He took out an envelope and threw it to Edward: "Your bonus."

Edward pulled out a thick stack of money: "5000 US dollars, so much?" He scratched his head: "Boss, I didn't do anything, I just followed someone."

Hawke said, "I took more. If you don't take it, I won't feel at ease." Edward turned his lips and smiled with white teeth: "For your peace of mind, I took it."

Hawke left the studio alone, disguised himself, and used some connections he remembered from his previous life to exchange some cash. He then rented a safe house near Manhattan Beach in Venice and also rented a speedboat for a long time at a private dock.

No matter how well planned, unexpected things can happen during execution.

Leave more escape routes.

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Sherman Oaks, Mid-Levels Luxury Home.

After Bro Derek finished the call, he picked up several newspapers today. The front-page headlines were all about Robert Downey Jr.

Sarah Parker came over with coffee, leaned over and kissed her husband, and said, "It's only been a few days since I last saw him, and he's gone to see God."

"I advised him several times on the set of 'The Singing Detective' to give up that stuff." Bro Derick took a sip of coffee and said directly: "It's not unjust that the drug addict died."

Sarah Parker said: "When Donny gets high, he's very brave."

The couple didn't play this game because they found more interesting games. Bro sighed, "What a pity..."

Sarah was puzzled: "You just said that the poisonous insect's death was not unjust, why do you say it's a pity now?"

Bro put down his coffee cup, pulled Sarah over, let her sit on his lap, and said, "I was planning to ask you to ask Donnie out, and the three of us would go on a trip together and experience a different life. Unfortunately, he met God before we could do anything."

Sarah hugged Bro's head tightly. They had tried this once before during this period, and the stimulation was incomparable.

The dirty environment of Hollywood and the producer's unique position in the crew caused Bro's morbid personality. He hugged his wife tightly and said, "I know what you are worried about, but dear, you have to believe me. I will always love you and am willing to give everything for you."

Sarah is not as perverted as Bro, but she is also addicted to that kind of strange stimulation, and she is reluctant to give up the resources that Bro, the producer, can bring. At this moment, her acting skills exploded: "I will always love you, too."

The sudden ring of a cell phone interrupted the fight that was about to break out between the two.

Bro went out of the room to answer the phone. After talking for a while, he came back with a worried look on his face.

Sarah asked, "What happened?"

Bro simply said: "Given the negative impact caused by Downey, the distributor has abandoned "The Singing Detective". The company may need to find a new distributor, and it is more likely to push it directly into the DVD and videotape market."

He packed his things: "I have to go to the company for a meeting."

Sarah helped him get his briefcase.

Bro got in the car and headed for Santa Monica where the company was located.

When passing an intersection, I saw a familiar figure driving a Bentley and passing by.

Bro thought back a little and remembered that it was Deborah Falconer, whose husband had just died.

Bentley enters Brentwood and Deborah returns to a familiar home.

There was no one in the huge villa.

Deborah did not feel sad at all. Instead, she felt a sense of relief and joy. If it were not inconvenient, she would even want to thank the female patrol officer from LAPD.

She didn't have to spend time, effort and money on divorce proceedings and directly inherited the family property.

As for her ex-husband, Deborah just wanted to say that all drug addicts deserved to die.

Entering the house alone, she looked around and found that the watch and some valuables in the collection room were gone.

Considering how Downey was willing to do anything for that thing, Deborah didn't find it strange.

One day, he might even dare to mortgage her and her son in exchange for those things.

Here, the most valuable thing is still the house.

Deborah's lawyer called at this time and informed her to go and handle the procedures of identifying the body and inheritance.

She drove out.

At an intersection in Brentwood, Edward drove Hawke's newly purchased second-hand commercial vehicle, raised his camera and took pictures of Deborah's car until the car disappeared.

Rich, pretty and with a big house.

Edward found that the old man was really nice and helped him find such a candidate.

At this moment, he felt that there was still some warmth in this cold world.

There is true love in the world.

(End of this chapter)