"Why?"
In the LAPD office, Jim was scratching his head at the time.
Although he was no longer in charge of the case, he couldn't understand it!
He really couldn't understand.
That live broadcast, he heard the voice in it!
That damned voice, it was definitely that illegal immigrant's.
Jim was now staring at the map in front of him; the incident location was over fifty kilometers from Silver Lake, about sixty if you include walking. If the route wasn't chosen well, seventy to eighty was normal.
By car, considering all green lights and less traffic at night, a half-hour was the bare minimum, right?
From the start of the flame to the beginning of the gunfire, it was roughly five minutes.
It took him fifteen minutes to rush to Silver Lake with the police siren, even though he was delayed for ten minutes because of a car repair. Still, by the time he arrived at Silver Lake, it was around half an hour.
By then, that illegal immigrant should not have been home.
