Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

The middle-aged white police officer walked up to the outside of the driver's cabin and knocked on the window.

The Latin beauty lowered the window, "Officer, is there a problem?"

The middle-aged white officer sized up the interior of the car, "Miss, why is your license plate covered?"

"No, I didn't do that." The beauty denied.

"Your rear license plate is obscured; that's why I pulled you over. Please step out of the car for inspection."

"Officer, there might be some misunderstanding."

"Keep your hands where I can see them and get out of the car for the inspection, thank you."

With no other choice, the beauty complied with the middle-aged white officer's instructions, placing her hands on the steering wheel.

The white officer opened the door, and then had the Latin beauty get out of the car.

"What's your name?"

"Orty Dean."

"Give me your driver's license." The middle-aged white officer started examining the license.

The black policewoman came over and asked, "Do you have any weapons?"

The beauty, Orty Dean, replied helplessly, "Yes, I have a weapon."

"What kind of weapon?"

"A gun."

"How many guns?"

"I have a permit for carrying weapons. I brought two handguns, one on me and another in the car."

The black policewoman asked, "It's hard to tell, you're so beautiful, and yet you carry two guns? Why?"

"This is a free country. Everyone has the right to bear arms, don't they?"

The black policewoman smiled, "You're right, but now I need to exercise my right to frisk you as a routine check, please cooperate."

"There's really no need for this; I honestly didn't intentionally obscure the license plate."

"Put your hands on your head and lean on the car." The black policewoman didn't waste any more words, deciding to frisk her first for safety reasons.

Then she found a handgun on Orty Dean's thigh, "Wow, hiding a gun here, are you shooting a movie? The new femme fatale?"

"Officer, I told you before, I have a gun."

"Indeed." The policewoman then walked to the back and pointed at the car's rear license plate, "Why is the plate obscured?"

Orty Dean glanced at it; a white piece of paper hung over the license plate, conveniently covering two numbers, "I didn't do that; maybe it was a prank by some mischievous kid."

The black policewoman said, "We need to search your car; please open the trunk."

Orty was somewhat reluctant, "There's really no need for this; it's just a misunderstanding."

"Open the trunk."

Orty, with her teeth biting her lip but helpless, complied and opened the trunk.

The black policewoman began the search and found a black travel bag inside with quite a few items. The more she looked, the more serious her expression became.

"Is this a hidden camera? And listening devices, recording pens, micro-cameras…

Who exactly are you? Why do you have these things in your car?

If you can't explain, we'll have to take you to the police station."

"I'm not a bad person; I'm a detective."

"Do you have ID?"

"Of course." Orty lifted the mat in the trunk and took out a leather bag from underneath, pulling out a detective badge from it.

The black policewoman opened it and saw, "Pinkerton Detective Agency!"

Orty countered, "Can I go now?"

The black policewoman returned her ID, "I won't issue you a ticket this time, but be more careful in the future, and don't cover your plates again."

"Thank you." Orty glanced at the two officers, then got in her car and left.

After watching the car drive away, the middle-aged white officer remarked, "That beauty is actually a detective."

"From the way you were looking at her, I think she is indeed suited for the job," the black policewoman teased.

The white officer asked quietly, "Then why is she tracking Lieutenant Luke?"

"That's for Lieutenant Luke to find out on his own. We've only checked a vehicle that obscured its license plate, nothing more."