Inside a private room on the second floor of the bar.

A black man stood by the one-way mirror, cigar in his right hand, overlooking the entire ground floor of the bar.

Listening to the rhythmic music and watching the twisting crowd on the dance floor, his lips slightly curved up; this was a vampire's world, a world that belonged to him.

As a black man, owning all this had not been easy.

"Bang, bang."

There was a knock at the door. The man was about to speak when the door creaked open.

The black man cursed with the hand holding his cigar, "Fuck, did I let you in? Don't you know the rules?"

The black bodyguard stood awkwardly at the door, and before he could speak, David pushed him aside, "LAPD, are you Robbin Doug?"

The black man's right hand froze in mid-air, retracted awkwardly, and he said sternly, "Yes, I am. What do you want?

Even if you're LAPD, you can't just barge into my bar.

You respect me, and I'll respect you."

David flashed his arrest warrant, "Recognize this, huh?

With this, your face amounts to shit. Got it?"

Bar owner Robbin waved his hand, signaling the security to leave, "What do you want to do?"

"You killed that woman, and we're going to take you in. Was I clear enough? Let's see if your group of vampire buddies dares to mess with the LAPD. I haven't shot a vampire yet, but I'm quite looking forward to it."

Robbin spread his hands, "I've never wronged the LAPD; I'm a taxpayer, you shouldn't treat me like this."

Luke patted David on the shoulder, "Robbin, my colleague isn't targeting you. He's just allergic to bats. How about we have a chat?"

Robbin retorted, "Do I have a choice?"

"Of course," Luke pointed at himself and then at David, "Me or him?"

"Isn't that a single-choice question?"

"So, you choose him."

"No, I choose you. I don't want to communicate with a cop who has a mood disorder."

"Thank you for your recognition." Luke smiled, sat on the sofa, "So, why did you kill that woman?"

"Hey, there might be some misunderstanding here, I've never killed anyone."

Luke took out a photograph and placed it on the coffee table, "What about her?"

Robbin looked at the photo and fell silent.

Luke advised, "You're a smart man and you run the bar well.

Since we're here, it means we have gathered quite a lot of information. Lying is useless; it only increases the suspicions of the police."

Robbin countered, "How did you find me?"

Luke did not mention Dempsey's name but mentioned Archibald Douglas, the security guard who he had dumped the body with.

This could give him the upper hand during the interrogation.

Robbin clenched his fists, "What did he say?"

"You killed that woman, and you had him handle the body. He's willing to testify against you in court."

Robbin denied, "Bullshit, he's lying. He found the body; he persuaded me to dispose of it. I never saw the body from the beginning to the end; he's completely lying."

Luke said, "Things are getting interesting. Your statements don't match. Whose should we believe?"

Robbin said, "Of course, you should listen to me. He's entirely lying."

Luke naturally asked, "Why would he lie?"

"After disposing of the body, I asked him what he wanted as a reward.

He said he wanted to be the security manager, which is clearly blackmail.

If I agree to make him a security manager today, he'll want to be the boss tomorrow.

However, I still gave him his due reward.

I paid him a bonus, and even moved him from the parking lot to a leisurely surveillance room, thinking he would be satisfied.

Who knew this ungrateful bastard would still frame me.

Damn asshole.

I shouldn't have listened to him.

What I'm saying is the truth; do not believe him."

Luke didn't expect this twist, and now that there was a conflict of interest between the two, it would make things easier.

"OK, then describe the case scenario."

Robbin sighed slightly, finding it impossible not to suspect Luke, but what good would suspecting do?

The LAPD had come knocking with an arrest warrant, and if Archibald really betrayed him and pinned the murder on him, it would be hard to retract his statement.

He had no choice but to cooperate with the police.

"Last night, around midnight, Archibald came rushing into the private room, saying he saw a body in the alley.

I didn't believe it at first, but he showed me a photo of the body.

I'd never dealt with something like this before and didn't know what to do.

So, I asked for Archibald's opinion, and he suggested throwing the body far away so the police wouldn't trace it back to the bar, and it wouldn't affect our business.

I didn't want any trouble, so I agreed.

But I didn't fully trust Archibald, so I found another person to dispose of the body with him.

I never left the private room the whole time, and I am now glad I made that decision.

There's surveillance outside my private room; you can check it, and it proves my innocence." As he spoke, Robbin's face turned grim, "Fuck, Archibald was moved to work in the surveillance room. That bastard might have tampered with the surveillance footage.

Detective, I'm telling the truth."

Luke pointed at the photo and asked, "So, how did this woman die?"

"I really don't know; you should ask Archibald. Maybe he was the murderer, and then used this as a means to blackmail me for a promotion and a raise.

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