Given Brad's style of doing things, it was impossible for him to win Luke's approval.
Dustin, who was caught in the middle, had tried, but Brad had been focused on returning to New York.
No matter how well a minor detective in Los Angeles could fight and solve cases, there was no need to take him seriously.
Luke, on the other hand, politely and decisively refused to get close to Brad. Dustin tried several times to no avail, and could only give up.
Their natures were incompatible, and neither of them liked the other. This wasn't something that could be resolved with Dustin's face.
Dustin confirmed Luke's suspicions. "Brad lost because of the support of his superiors. The one he supported didn't become the mayor of New York City, or he would've been commissioner long ago, or even in politics. "
He then smiled self-deprecatingly. "I always thought it was a good thing that my old boss was so ambitious. But when I was the one who was sacrificed, I realized that I wasn't so free and easy. "
Luke didn't think much of it. "You're not his father. Besides, even his father might not be willing to give in to him all the time. Why would you always give in to him?"
Weren't he and Dustin in the same boat? Nothing in this world was simple.
If Dustin kept sacrificing Luke's interests to satisfy his own personal needs, Luke would fall out with Dustin.
It wasn't that he was worried about the benefits, but that he would be pushed out sooner or later by a boss who only cared about himself.
Dustin shook his head. "That's not what I meant. It's just that … "
He fell silent for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Maybe he's too eager to prove himself."
Luke didn't continue. He didn't think much of it.
He had helped Dustin because Dustin had responded positively to Luke's efforts.
Brad was a high and mighty bigshot who didn't even bother to look at minor detectives. His ambitions were none of Dio's business!
Dustin was aware of his attitude, so he skipped over it and continued, "This mentality makes Brad do things a lot differently. A year ago, he might not have taken the risk. But he's still evenly matched with Nelson this time. He already lost in the race for sheriff a few years ago, and he can't afford to lose the commissioner's position. "
Luke understood what Dustin was trying to say.
He wasn't trying to save Brad's impression, but was analyzing the possibility that Brad had framed him.
The one who had the strong urge to make a move was also Brad.
Brad, who had been Nielsen's rival for more than a decade, was fully capable of doing so.
Nelson was unlucky. In the end, the one who benefited the most was Brad.
Motivation → Action → Result. Bradley had all of this.
For Dustin and Luke, two veteran detectives who worked cases every day, there was more than an 80% chance that Brad would do it.
There was no need for any evidence, no need for any investigation. This was the biggest possibility.
Luke asked, "What are you going to do?"
Dustin shook his head. "Nothing. If Brad did it, there wouldn't be any evidence left. In fact, there's no need for evidence. In any case, the Soderbergs won't let him take over. "
"Then let's just be bystanders." Luke raised his beer bottle, and Dustin clinked his bottle against Luke's.
…
At night, Luke, Dustin, and Jennifer got into a taxi that they had booked.
Looking at the black auntie who was exchanging fists with Luke in the front row, Dustin smiled. "You two really know each other."
Bell glanced at him and shrugged. "Can't he have a black person as a friend?"
Dustin wasn't moved at all. He shook his head with a smile. "Generally speaking, most of the 'acquaintances' he talks about have been sent to the police department."
Bell: "…"
She couldn't say anything else.
She had illegally modified cars, exceeded the speed limit, ran a business without a license, illegally charged fees, and so on.
Luke was amused. "Boss, she's my friend. She helped John last time."
Dustin nodded with a smile and took out a card from his pocket. "Contact me if you need anything in the future."
This time, Bell didn't smile mischievously. She snatched the card and put it away in satisfaction. "Thank you very much, Mr. Bieber."
The card only had Mr. Bieber's name on it, and a phone number. It was a private number.
Clearly, she had one more "backer" in NYPD, and it was Luke's boss.
For someone who loved to race when she had nothing better to do, it wasn't a bad thing to have more backers. What if NYPD caught her one day?
This time, Luke got home first. Before he got out of the car, he had already hinted to Bell to charge her according to the market rate for a New York taxi, and not to charge Dustin a "daily fee."
Bell looked at him as if to say, "Do you think I'm a pig?"
She would be an idiot if she tried to rip off Luke's boss.
Just because the Detective Bureau was in charge of major cases and homicides didn't mean it didn't have the power to issue tickets.
Luke waved goodbye with a smile, but he mumbled to himself, Who knows if you've lost your mind? You wanted to charge John 500 dollars for the last explosion. Do you think Officer John is easy to talk to?
If it wasn't for Bell's outstanding driving skills, it would be strange if John didn't give her a ticket after the incident.
Couldn't find her? No way.
Couldn't find her because she didn't have a clear target.
Who knew which one of the tens of thousands of taxis in New York was a yellow cab.
But after John saw her face, a sketch, and a "suspect," Bell would be "caught" in less than three days.
After seeing Dustin and Bell off, Luke opened the door and entered the house.
Just like that, his twentieth birthday passed peacefully.
…
In the following days, Luke was still busy with his plans.
First of all, he had to settle down Castres himself.
After asking the old man, he chose a remote and deserted chapel by the seaside of Staten Island for the old man.
After using his sockpuppet identity to buy and restore this small church, it became the old man's new residence.
As for how he was going to cross the sea in an emergency and reach the three boroughs where incidents were common, the old man simply asked indifferently, "Are you sure my horse can't run on the water?"
Luke was stunned. "It can?"
Castres: "As long as I need it."
Luke: … Bastard! You've really caught me off guard!
It was one thing to pretend, but Luke wasn't a jealous person.
But when he thought about how he was riding a black horse on fire and crossing the sea as if it were flat land, he felt an inexplicable thrill!
This was completely different from wearing armor and soaring in the sky, but a different kind of enjoyment.
How about … he borrow Little Black from Castres to ride? Although the old man looked gentle on the surface, he was very stubborn on the inside. Although Luke had tied Little Black up twice and didn't like him, everyone had dreams.
However, people always have dreams. Who knows, maybe one day it will come true!
In any case, it was Big Dipper who did this, not Batman. There was no need to care about his reputation.
In this world, how could he be a scapegoat if he cared about his reputation?
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