Super Detective in the Fictional World

A few minutes later, Selena was eating cheesy ham bread, drinking milk, watching Luke box some kind of cake, curious: “What is this? ”

Luke: “Opera. I find that you and Elsa feel good about Tiramisu, and this thing also has chocolate and coffee flavors, which is just a bit of a hassle to make. ”

Actually, it's more than trouble. It hurts like an egg.

Luke was also able to blow his liver and deliberately used this process of repeated testing as a means of controlling his emotions to stay up late for more than two hours before finally testing this barely qualified batch of products.

In his snack recipe for Selena, he could add another classic rotating fancy, one for two.

Without even having to eat Na's mouth, he had put a small plate of Opera cake in front of her: “Try less, before you get tired of it. ”

Selena emmm ~: “How is that possible? I've never been tired of these sweet, bitter things in my life, they're a gift from God. ”

Luke: "… Need I remind you that I stayed up all night doing this, didn't I create it after God came? ”

Selena: “I mean, my taste buds, and how can I not eat fat body, OK? ”

Looking at Luke's expression, she added immediately: "Of course, you're the one most grateful, darling. ”

The craving for food is still strong! Luke Gual.

When Selena finishes breakfast, the two of them go to work.

I wandered around the police station, and now I'm working on a case to say hello to Elsa and get her ready.

Elsa just nodded and said she understood, indicating that the two of them would wait and pick up the phone and say a few words.

A moment later, she nodded at the entrance to the lobby: "See there? Your hometown is waiting for you. ”

The two of them looked at the past, just to be sure, and it was a Texan.

“Who is he?” Luke asked.

Elsa: "Texas Mounted Police, specifically for the Mark Owen case.” The call she just made was to notify this man.

They went out, briefly introduced each other, and went to the morgue of the forensics department together.

Samuel Petrie, that's the name of the half-large white old man.

Of course, it's a little too much to say that he's an old man, but this middle-aged man, almost five years old, wearing a white cowboy hat with a big tummy, does look old.

He is a Texas Ranger, a Texas Ranger, a state police officer.

At the same time, Samuel is also the boss of the victims of the case in Luke's hands.

The reason Luke finds the case Roger and Martin handed in difficult is that these two cases alone are quite daunting.

Palmer Big Beauty, a DEA elite agent, was shot and lucky enough to escape three times in a row.

And Marc Owen, the Texas Patrol Police Officer, who was lying on the autopsy bed in front of him, wasn't that lucky.

Three days ago, patrol Marc escorted a murder suspect, Wade Davis, back to Texas for trial, where he was ambushed on a secluded road shortly after he left town.

Mark was shot three times, died instantly, and the suspect was unaccounted for.

“Mark's a good kid, so I'm coming to pick him up.” Looking at the pale Mark in the bed, Samuel took off his hat and put it in front of his chest.

In silence, he continued: “I would say that it is right to fight the criminals, but...” He looked calmly with grief and looked at the young face not far away.

Luke sighed, “But it's not the best choice. ”

He reached out and said, "I'm sorry for your loss. ”

Samuel gripped with him, then with Selena, who also said, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Black forensic Scorsese says, "In two days, all forensics will come out.” This is fast, obviously overtime for the case.

The three nodded slightly.

Luke: “Go out and talk. ”

A moment later, the second person sent Samuel away with a generous shadow.

Selena grinned and shook her head, “Texas Mounted Police? ”

Luke knew what she was sighing about: "Their motto: a riot, a rider. ”

The two smiled and went out to investigate the case.

The man Mark escorted was a murder suspect, a big Texas real estate dealer, no doubt a wealthy man.

With such a suspect escorted back thousands of miles, the Texas Riding Police actually sent a police car and a Riding Police officer.

They're really big.

After going through the files at the bureau and communicating with a group of detectives who had previously investigated the case, at noon, the two men drove out and a car was waiting for them at the door.

Luke waved at the black policewoman in the car as he passed, indicating he was leaving, and the two cars went to lunch first.

Lunch is fast, but it allows two groups of people to share a little bit of information beforehand, and it's easier to communicate in less formal settings.

After a quick lunch, two cars and four people arrived at LAPD.

After walking into the lobby, Luke frowned.

It's a mess and a crowd, and a lot of people are walking fast and yelling about something.

He nodded slightly to another group of detectives who came with him, and Negro female detective Sonia Bailey, with her partner, went to the front desk for instructions.

The black policewoman at the front desk looked at Sonia's partner with amazement: "Alexandre Cruz? I want to thank you for winning me 50 bucks, because I bet you'll be back. Well, what did you do this time? ”

Sonia looked the same: “Yes, he did the stupidest thing in the world - becoming a LAPD. ”

Black policewoman: "... although I know the LAPD is getting harder and harder to recruit and the less demanding, but... this is ridiculous.” Her face was full of ridicule and disdain, and she picked up the phone and didn't want to ignore them at all.

Sonia calmly said, "We're investigating a murder, so we can wait until you've made this important call before slowly answering our questions. ”

The black policewoman paused and embarrassed herself to drop the phone: “Sorry. Can I help you? ”

Sonia: "Two days ago, a suspect named Wade Davis was handed over to the Texas Mounted Police, and we wanted to know who was in charge of this transfer. ”

Black policewoman: "Then you're going to find Lila Jones, who was on duty two days ago. ”

Sonia: “Where are we going to find her? ”

The black policewoman pointed to the corner of the hall: “She just went to Grand Nick's office. ”

As Luke listened to the conversation over here, gauging the situation here, he suddenly asked, “What's going on here? ”

Black policewoman stunned: “You are...”

Luke pulled out his badge wallet and lit up: "West Side Serious Crimes, Luke. ”