The middle-aged man raised his hand and showed Luke his gloves. "There's no need to shake hands. I'm Greyson. I'm just here to help."
Luke said, "Hello, Greyson. You have the same last name as someone I know. "
Greyson turned his head. "Huh? Who is it? "
Luke didn't think much of it. He said casually, "Robert Greyson. Sort of … my foster father."
Greyson's eyes lit up. "From Texas?"
Luke was surprised. "You know him?"
Greyson said calmly, "If he's from Shackelford, then I should know him."
He then looked at Luke, and his expression changed. "Luke Coulson? Eighteen years old. If I remember correctly, you were in the Westside Houston police department a few months ago, right? "
Luke was stunned. "Huh? You're … "
Greyson smiled again. His serious face seemed to have melted, and he was full of the charm of a mature man. "Gilbert Greyson! I'm Robert's cousin. So, you can call me uncle. Of course, it's better if you call me Gil or Greyson. I'm more used to that. "
Luke said, "… Okay, Uncle … Greyson." What the hell was this? When did Robert have a cousin? Why hadn't Robert mentioned it before?
Greyson shrugged. "Okay, I'll get back to work. Contact me later? "He gestured for Luke to make a call.
What could Luke do? He could only nod and agree.
Elsa found it odd that Luke was going to meet up with Greyson later.
But when she looked at the middle-aged man, she nodded and said, "To be honest, you do look like him. Well … fine, but he's more handsome than you. "
Luke was lost for words. I'll be as handsome soon!
The forensics work went on quickly, mainly because Luke had given them a clear target.
Greyson was responsible for the main locations, and the other forensic scientists took care of the rest of the work.
An hour later, Luke left in Greyson's car.
He hadn't gotten his own car yet. He had given the secondhand Ford to Selina, and he had been riding in Elsa's car.
Greyson put on a pair of rimless glasses and observed Luke carefully. "You're not wearing any valuable accessories, not even a watch, but your clothes aren't cheap. They're handmade and cost at least two thousand dollars. You're wearing plain socks. Nike? Hehe. You're well-off, but you don't have a car? "
Luke shrugged. "I have a car, but my partner likes to drive herself. She often discusses cases in the car. That's why I've been hitchhiking with her. "
Greyson nodded and started the car. "Where are we going for lunch? I'm not busy this time, so I can chat with you. "
Luke thought for a moment. "Why don't we go to my place? I can cook. "
Greyson seemed to be interested. "Oh, how do we get there?"
Luke took out his phone and fiddled with it, before he put it next to Greyson's steering wheel.
"Destination: 1033 Gary Avenue, Westwood District. Distance: 3.3 kilometers. Estimated time: 7 minutes." A gentle female voice rang out from the phone.
Greyson pushed up his glasses and looked at the phone curiously. He nodded and said, "That's pretty good. Where did you get it?"
Luke said, "I modified one of Keyhole's mapping software and got it."
Greyson asked, "Didn't you become a police officer after high school? When did you start learning this? "
Luke said, "Hehe, it's just a hobby."
Greyson only smiled at him. They chatted as they went to Luke's place.
After they got home, Luke told Greyson to take a walk around the house while he made a call in the backyard. "Robert, it's me. Why didn't you tell me that you have a cousin named Gilbert Greyson? "
After a brief silence, Robert said, "We don't get along very well. We barely hang out."
Luke chuckled. "But why does he seem to know so much about me? He even knows when I graduated from high school, when I became a police officer, and when I went to Houston? "
Robert said helplessly, "Okay, I admit that he helped a lot with your trip to Houston. So, it's not strange that he knows about you."
Luke was surprised. "Huh?" He hadn't expected that answer at all.
After a brief daze, he said, "Isn't Greyson just a forensic scientist? Why would he transfer me to the Houston Police Department? "
Robert: "… He's a top expert in the LV Forensics Department, one of the best in the country. Both the FBI and the CIA hire him regularly to train their personnel. It's hard for other police departments to hire him if he's not a good friend, or if he can persuade his superiors. He had handled a lot of major cases, and there were at least eight to ten police and FBI bigwigs who owed him favors. Do you think he can help? "
Luke was lost for words. "… Are you kidding me?" More importantly, why hadn't Robert inherited his talent? Instead, he had become a soldier.
However, he also understood that a forensics expert who was one of the best in the United States might not be intimidating, but it wouldn't be too difficult for him to transfer someone's job.
A moment later, Luke said, "Thank you, Robert."
"Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Gill and I don't get along, but I think he'll like you. You can thank him yourself! "Robert said impatiently, before he hung up.
Luke shook his head.
Robert, this rough man, still didn't know how to express his feelings.
He and Greyson didn't get along, but he had asked his cousin, whom he barely talked to, for Luke's sake. That was quite difficult for him.
But he had never mentioned it to Luke. If he hadn't run into Greyson … Wait, why would Greyson come to Los Angeles at a time like this?
Would a top expert from the Las Vegas Forensics Center be so free?
Pondering for a moment, Luke walked into the room and smiled at Greyson, who was walking around and observing the decorations in the living room. "Are you hungry? Is there anything in particular you want to eat? "
Greyson thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have fried worms?"
Luke hesitated and tried to remain calm. "Oh, I can't make those delicacies. Also, I have a female roommate, and I can't bring them home. So, how about a regular one? "
Greyson shrugged. "Whatever. Whatever you're good at."
Luke nodded and went in to get the half-finished Beggar's Chicken and a small steak.
Greyson wasn't young anymore, so he didn't make the sweet honey roast chicken for him.
Half an hour later, the two of them were eating steak and chatting.
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