"I'm going to call my wife, let me know if anything comes up," Port said, before sitting in another car and closing the window.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, people began to disperse.
The suspect, Dalnio Gonzalez, also went home with two young men, and his friends left one by one on the way until only Dalnio Gonzalez was left.
A black SUV slowly approached, the passenger-side window rolled down, and a husky stuck its head out, "Hey, buddy, nice dancing. Got a boyfriend?"
Dalnio Gonzalez laughed, "No, I'm straight."
"I'm Marcus."
"Dalnio Gonzalez.
Do you live around here?"
"No, I'm visiting a friend. He wasn't home, so we went to the park to look for him."
"Did you find him?"
"Yes, I found him."
The husky opened the car door and jumped out directly.
Dalnio seemed to sense something off, "Who are you? I don't know you."
The husky pulled out a gun, "Los Angeles Police, put your hands where I can see them."
