That night, Luke didn't fall asleep for a long time with the little golden pig in his hand.
Outside the window, the night was cold and full of stars.
The third day was a real day of rest.
Selina's birthday party was over, and Luke didn't have anything else to worry about.
He also decisively refused Robert's suggestion to participate in a rapid-fire competition.
He didn't want Robert or anyone else to be unlucky, so he could only deliberately lose, which would be a waste of time.
Bored, he finished breakfast and read on his laptop on the couch.
In the living room, the two kids, on the other hand, were playing a game.
After reading for a while, Luke finally threw the laptop away angrily and stood up. "That's enough."
The two kids turned their heads in a daze. "Huh?"
He walked over and snatched Claire's controller. "You're just third-rate chickens pecking at each other. Aren't you ashamed to shout so loudly? It's time to show your real skills."
A few minutes later, Luke laughed wildly. "Hahahaha, look at my eighteen combo! Ah, hit, hit, hit …"
Joseph dropped his controller in despair as he stared at his own combat mission on the screen. Luke's character had sent his character flying all the way to the sky, unable to even touch the ground.
1, 2, 3 … 18 hits popped up on the screen. Finally, with a long scream, Joseph's character collapsed.
Looking at Luke, who was laughing as wildly as his character, Joseph rolled his eyes and gave the controller to Claire. "You go."
In less than two minutes, the miserable scream of a little girl rang out from the TV speakers. "Ahhhh!"
The high school girl on the screen was also beaten to the ground.
Claire angrily glared at her triumphant brother next to her. "You're shameless!"
Luke said, "How am I cheater? It's not like I'm cheating. "
Claire: "How can you beat me in the air and then win? That's not fair. "
Luke said, "It's the game's own combo. It's my fault!"
For the whole morning, Luke switched to one game after another and tortured the two kids.
When Catherine returned at noon, she found it strange that Luke was reading a laptop in the living room. The two kids were gone.
"Where are they?" Catherine knew that these two kids were still very attached to Luke, especially since he had only been back for a long time.
Luke chuckled. "I beat them in a game, so they went to Talia's place with their consoles."
Catherine didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You … don't have to work so hard, right?"
Luke smiled drily. "I was too excited and forgot to let them in."
Catherine shook her head and went to the kitchen, not bothering to say anything to him.
Of these three fellows, one was willing to take the beating, the other two were willing to take the beating. No one could blame anyone.
It was a peaceful day until Luke received a call in the evening.
Looking at the number, he smiled and picked it up. "Palmer, you don't call me often."
Palmer was silent for a moment before she sighed and said, "Yes, so … I have something to discuss with you."
Speechless, Luke slapped his forehead and hummed. "I'm listening."
Palmer knew that he didn't like to talk nonsense, so she went straight to the point. "Martin slipped away from the sanatorium."
Luke didn't say anything and continued listening.
Slipping away wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't his place to look for someone. He was still in Texas.
Unless Martin slipped back to his hometown of El Paso, which was closer to Shackelford.
Palmer fell silent again.
Luke wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"Martin went to look for Dito Flores," Palmer finally said.
Luke thought for a moment and vaguely remembered the name. "The leader of the Flores family in Mexico?"
Palmer said, "Yes."
"Why? Martin isn't with the DEA, "Luke asked.
Palmer sighed again. "I accidentally discovered a lead when I was investigating. Martin's … wife was killed by Dito's men. She was pregnant at the time. "
Luke dropped his forehead into his hand.
This was the hatred of killing his wife and stealing his son! It was definitely in the top three on the list of people who hated each other the most.
Dito Flores had done all of it.
Given Martin's temper, the guy was probably done for.
"What do you want me to do?" Luke asked.
Palmer fell silent again. Only the faint sound of her breathing on the other end of the phone let Luke know that she hadn't hung up yet.
"Do me a favor and bring Martin back," said Palmer.
Luke said, "Given Martin's strength, it's more likely that I'll be able to save Dito Flores's life."
Martin was a retired marksman from the Marines.
With a sniper rifle and enough preparation, it wouldn't be hard for Martin to kill Dito.
Luke really didn't think there was any need for him to go.
The only reason Luke hadn't killed a major drug dealer like Dito Flores was that it was too far away.
Palmer said, "Martin is alone. Dito has more than twenty bodyguards, and more men to back him up at any time. Also, Martin hasn't been in a good mental state recently. You should know how much this will affect the battle, right? "
Pondering for a moment, Luke said, "I'll call you back later."
After hanging up the beautiful agent, he immediately called Roger. "Bro, how have you been?"
Roger didn't reply, but Luke could vaguely hear the sound of chewing, which indicated that he was eating.
A moment later, Roger's muffled voice rang out. "Same old, still on vacation."
Luke heard sporadic chatter on the other end of the phone. It wasn't English, but Spanish.
He couldn't help but smile. "On vacation in Mexico?"
Roger said, "Fine, did Trish tell you?"
Luke chuckled. "Wow, I wouldn't dare harass your big lawyer. You're the only one who can withstand her aura, right?"
Actually, Luke felt that "enjoy" was more in line with Roger's attitude toward his wife, Trish.
Not every man could enjoy the oppressive aura of a strong lawyer woman.
Roger didn't hear the hidden meaning in Luke's words. He smiled. "That's right. So, Dustin told you? "
Luke coughed. "No, Palmer just called me and told me that Martin went to Mexico."
Lost for words for a moment, Roger said, "Fine, that's true. What do you want to ask?"
Luke then asked Roger about the situation. A few minutes later, he hung up and pondered.
Weighing the pros and cons, he called Palmer. "Palmer, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't help you with this. It's not appropriate for me to get involved."
Palmer was very disappointed, but she could only say sorry for the interruption and hang up.
Luke, on the other hand, opened the files and looked up information on Mexico.
Very soon, he got up. "Catherine, I want to go camping tonight. Is dinner ready?"
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