Luke could only change the subject. "I've looked at Palmer's case. Do you have any leads?"
Roger said, "A little. It's said that Palmer might've caught the tail of a guy nicknamed the Creator, which is why she's so persistent in killing her. "
Luke asked, "What tail?"
"I don't know." Roger quickly passed the buck. "Palmer is the one who's looking into it, but she can't share all the information with us. You know, she's investigating too many targets. If she really told us everything, we'd have to investigate at least twenty to thirty main suspects. "
Luke sighed and didn't ask about the suspects.
Most of the people that the DEA had their eyes on were as troublesome as flies.
They spread bad karma and infected many people.
It was normal for them to dig up a bunch of suspects.
Luke looked inside again and asked in an even lower voice, "Martin … how is it?"
Roger said bitterly, "I only hope that he can recover a little after a month of rest."
Luke said, "Then …" Roger didn't need to rest with Martin.
As an experienced detective, he could totally ask for a new detective to continue working on the case.
Roger scratched his bald head. "I'm old. My family is also in a bit of a mess after what happened to Martin. So … "
Lost for words for a moment, Luke patted his shoulder. "Then rest well, but you'd better come back soon, or Dustin might go crazy."
Roger simply nodded and didn't say anything.
After about twenty minutes, Palmer and Martin finally finished their conversation, and they walked out of the room.
Roger greeted them and said a few words, before he sent Martin home to rest.
Looking at Luke and Selina, Palmer forced a smile. "Luke, Selina, what's up?"
Luke pointed at the lounge. "Let's talk inside."
The three of them talked for half an hour before they came out again.
Palmer said, "Luke, don't worry too much about this case. We're already doing our best to investigate it. Well, I didn't mean anything by it. "
Luke knew that she was trying to make it clear that she wasn't trying to steal the credit or drive them away.
He nodded with a smile. "Palmer, I understand. But for Martin's sake, we have to try. At the very least, we can't let those guys carry automatic weapons every day and shoot you every chance they get, right? "
What could Palmer say? Of course, she didn't want to be on tenterhooks every day. She didn't want to suspect that anyone with a strange expression was a gunman coming to ambush her.
Luke said, "We'll follow up on it for a few days and let you know if anything happens. We won't interfere with your case."
Palmer nodded. "Thank you. Then I'll be on my way. "She knew that this was Luke's promise for Martin's sake.
He would only investigate the assault case against her. He wouldn't steal the DEA's work. At least, he wouldn't dig up a bunch of DEA cases.
Watching Palmer leave, Luke said, "Let's follow her."
Selina: "What?" Following a DEA agent without formal communication was a big taboo.
On the other hand, if someone from the DEA dared to follow someone from the Major Crimes Division and was discovered, the Major Crimes Division would definitely come after them.
Both were relatively dangerous jobs, so they were extremely sensitive to such matters.
Luke said, "Don't follow her too closely. I just want to see if there are any shooters around her."
Palmer was ready-made bait. If he didn't follow her, he wouldn't be able to track down the shooters.
But when they drove out, Selina was at a loss. "What about the stalking?"
Luke chuckled. "You're the only one who knows that we're stalking her. For everybody else, we're on our way to investigate a case. "
Selina: ⊙ _ ⊙?
She couldn't see Palmer's car at all, not even a glimpse. How was she supposed to follow him?
With a smile, Luke drove unhurriedly, smelling Palmer's unique perfume.
Givenchy's Misty Garden! It matched Palmer's temperament perfectly.
Women, even if they were DEA agents, were also people who cared about their appearance!
They followed her to the DEA's office building, but didn't find anything.
Luke wasn't disappointed.
That was the norm.
Police detectives weren't as tense and exciting as they were on TV, where they chased suspects all the time.
The truth was that most of the time, the detectives who followed the suspects had nothing to do in their cars, but they had to stay focused.
Luke was in a better state. He drove around the DEA building to see if he could find anyone unusual.
Other people could only observe and guess with their experience, but he had Sharp Nose, and could tell if a suspicious target had a gun.
After all, it would be strange if someone who was wandering around the DEA building with a gun wasn't suspicious.
After driving around, there was barely anyone like that. The few people who did look like that weren't shooters, but DEA agents.
As long as the shooters paid attention, they would notice a lot of things.
For example, they would be nervous, or they would often glance at key entrances and exits, or they would pay attention to people with similar characteristics, like women, beautiful, long hair, and professional suits.
Those were all the labels on Agent Palmer.
After the investigation, Luke and Selina simply went home for lunch.
Under their watch, Agent Palmer bought lunch from a hot dog stand near the entrance and returned to the office building. It was clear that she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
Luke and Selina didn't know Palmer's schedule, and the shooters probably didn't either.
After Palmer was attacked by the shooters again, her whereabouts were highly confidential, and it wouldn't be easy to ambush her.
The shooters probably had the same idea as Luke.
That was — on their way to and from work.
As long as they weren't completely unemployed or freelance workers, it was hard to avoid going to and from work, and there was a pattern to it.
Luke had already asked Roger about Palmer's situation, including her working hours.
At half past four, Luke and Selina returned to the DEA's office building and wandered around on the other side of the street.
Soon, he chuckled. "Selina, keep an eye on the silver Toyota at the corner on the right. The license plate is 5AJ * * * *."
Selina didn't even raise her head as she operated the tablet on the passenger seat. She adjusted the image on the surveillance camera and stared at a Toyota sedan that was parked at the corner of the alley with only half of its body exposed.
The Toyota had black sunscreen on both the front and back windows, but the people inside clearly didn't follow the rules of tailing someone, and would occasionally take turns to smoke.
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