Luke specifically called the patrol officers and asked them to investigate this "robber." If what the robber said was true, they would take him back to give a statement before letting him go.
At the end of the day, the "robber" was just a prank, and didn't need to go to war.
It was eleven o 'clock by the time they finished their questioning at the bank. Luke and Selina packed lunch and went home.
After packing lunch for Elsa, the two of them sneaked back home.
Luke and Selina had actually been on vacation for the past few days.
They didn't have any major cases, but they could handle the minor ones. In any case, Elsa wouldn't check on them.
On their way home, they passed by their own neighborhood.
Suddenly, two cars stopped beside a house that had a sign for sale on the roadside. A man and a woman got out of the cars.
The young woman ran a few steps and threw herself into the man's arms.
Luke whistled and said, "Wow, there's a beauty in our neighborhood."
Selina turned her head and was a little envious. "What long legs. They're so beautiful."
At that moment, the man picked up the young woman in a white dress and spun her around. Luke and Selina could see her breathtakingly long legs.
Her legs were perfectly straight and perfectly shaped.
Selina was 1.77 meters tall, and definitely not short for a woman. Also, she had a great figure and smooth muscles. A few photos of her would definitely be enough to make a bunch of shut-ins lick their screens for the rest of their lives.
But in terms of the elegance of her legs, she still couldn't compare to the woman in the white dress.
Most women didn't have short legs, but few of them had long calves.
Women with longer calves looked taller when their legs were the same length.
After sighing, Selina suddenly thought of something. "This one … seems to be the troublesome one?"
Luke glanced at the house, but didn't remember anything.
He was the boss at home.
Apart from cooking and making desserts, which were his hobbies, Selena was responsible for the other chores such as cleaning and dealing with the enthusiastic neighbors who came to visit her.
He didn't have the patience to deal with the boring neighborhood relationships, but in a middle-class neighborhood like this, it would be very annoying if he didn't handle them well.
Otherwise, if someone found him an eyesore one day, they would report him to the neighborhood committee.
It wasn't a joke.
In the United States, there were many people who had nothing better to do. It was common for them to call the police when they felt that their neighbors were acting suspiciously.
Luke wasn't afraid of the police. He just hated this kind of pointless trouble.
He asked casually, "So troublesome. Who is it?"
Selina rolled her eyes. "I'm the one dealing with those annoying women in the community! Since when did you pay attention to your neighbors? I've met the mistress of this house, Meg, a few times. Whenever she speaks, I want to pull out a gun and shoot her. "
Luke glanced at her. "Meg? I seem to have an impression of it. It does make people uncomfortable. But she's not a drug addict, nor is she a ferocious-looking shrew, right? "
Selina sighed helplessly. "Yes, she's not. But when you talk to her, you can feel the sense of superiority in her bones. "
Luke found that odd. "Superiority? To you? "
He found it hard to believe.
It couldn't be said that there weren't any women with outstanding looks and temperament in this neighborhood. After all, this was a middle-class neighborhood, and everyone was respectable. Clothes made the man, and it was unlikely that they were too ugly.
However, the only one who could compare to a beauty like Selina was the woman in the white dress with long legs.
Secondly, the villa that Luke and Selina lived in was one of the best in this neighborhood.
The villa that Meg sold wasn't bad, but it was only priced at 550,000 dollars, while Luke's villa was conservatively estimated at a million dollars.
In terms of residence, appearance, temperament, and income, Meg, who was just an ordinary housewife, was at least two levels below Selina.
Luke couldn't understand where this woman got her confidence to show off her superiority in front of Selina.
Selina shrugged helplessly. "You know, it's that weird, self-righteous, mocking, and seemingly polite but actually mean way of talking. Many housewives here are like that. It's quite disgusting. "
Luke got it.
Some middle-class housewives liked this kind of shady way of chatting.
How could someone as straightforward and straightforward as Selina like that?
Luke comforted her with a smile. "It's fine. If you don't want to talk to her, just tell her to get lost. It's not like we rely on her."
Selina nodded, then suddenly exclaimed, "Is Karen spying on the new neighbors again?"
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Karen Gaffney? The interior decorator? "
Selina nodded helplessly. "That's right. When will she be less paranoid? Is she forced into this by her boring marriage? "
Luke couldn't help but rub his forehead.
The villas on this side of the neighborhood looked beautiful, but the area they occupied was actually quite limited.
Luke's villa was on the edge, with a lawn that was four hundred square meters in both front and back. There were no buildings that blocked the view, and the environment was much cleaner.
It was also because of this that they rarely interacted with other residents in this neighborhood, as if they were drifting away from the neighborhood.
As police officers, they often left early and returned late. They had a lot of training when they got home, and didn't have time to attend the neighborhood gatherings.
Luke and Selina didn't want everyone in the neighborhood to know that they were police officers, or they wouldn't be able to avoid a lot of trouble.
Right now, they were like passersby in this neighborhood, and rarely greeted anyone.
However, there was one family that was an exception.
It was Jeff Gaffney and his wife, Karen Gaffney.
Jeff was an employee in the HR department of a large company. Because of his natural disposition and his work, he liked to chat with people.
Also, he had a good temper, and would often greet Luke with a smile when he ran into him on a walk.
Although Luke didn't have the patience to deal with neighbors, he didn't dislike such a sincere gentleman.
Over the past few months, Jeff had become one of the neighbors that Luke was most familiar with.
Jeff had even invited him to neighborhood gatherings several times.
Luke had tactfully declined, but Jeff didn't have a bad opinion of Luke.
He sympathized with Luke's busy schedule, and said that Luke could talk to him if he was stressed.
Luke appreciated Jeff's good intentions, but he couldn't get any psychotherapy, not in this lifetime.
Jeff was a good man, and his wife, Karen, wasn't a bad person either. She was much better than a weird woman like Meg.
Karen was a housewife and an interior decorator who worked from home every day.
Perhaps one of her greatest joys in her boring life was to be paranoid and imagine exciting possibilities to enrich her boring daily life.
That was right. Karen was the neighbor who had almost called the police to investigate Luke and Selina.
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