Luke hummed and didn't ask any more questions.
Elsa had a good personal relationship with a lot of women, such as Sheerah and Margaret.
It was easier for her to win the trust of these rich and beautiful women as a woman, and her identity as a sheriff and resolute temperament only strengthened this trust.
With a good personal relationship, this kind of private work would automatically come to her.
For example, Sheerah had been approached for a case before, and Luke had been connected through Elsa's personal relationship.
Luke got up and said, "I don't have her number. Give me one, boss."
Elsa took out a card and gave it to him. "I've already talked to her. She's available anytime. She's just waiting for you."
Why was she so confident in Luke? That was one of the reasons.
Whether it was Sheerah or Margaret, Luke had never contacted either of them in private except when he was working on a case.
That might not be the case for some other detectives.
Luke nodded with a smile. "No problem, boss. I promise I'll get it done."
If some gangster was behind this, he would really have to thank them for delivering the goods to his door, and earn some experience and credit points in the process.
Although he had just made a fortune in Mexico, he would never complain about having too much experience and credit points.
Luke dialed the number as soon as he got into his car.
After a few words, his expression turned strange. "You're being followed. You're actually out on the sea?"
But on second thought, he realized what was going on.
The sea wasn't land. Whoever wanted to get close would be in plain sight.
Perhaps this Marguerite was thinking the same thing.
Rolling his eyes, Luke called Selina. "Hey, take Dollar and your sunbathing gear. We're going out to sea."
Selina was stunned. "Do you have a fever?" Didn't he just say that he was going to teach Gluttony how to live in seclusion?
Luke said, "It's a private job. They're floating on the sea. I already said that I'd meet them myself."
"They?" Selina found that odd.
"William Johnson's widow. Donald was sent to the hospital in her apartment building. Do you remember? She's with a cousin or something right now, "said Luke.
Selina said, "Oh, it's her. I'll pack up right away."
Twenty minutes later, Luke, Selina, and Dollar boarded a boat that they had booked over the phone and set sail.
The yacht wasn't big. In any case, there were only two people and one dog, so Luke could go out on his own.
Basic Boat Piloting was on his list of abilities. He could learn it with just a thought from a hundred credits.
Looking at him skillfully operating the yacht, Selina had a suspicious look on her face. "You rarely drive this, right?"
Luke said, "You can think of me as exceptionally talented."
Selina immediately rolled her eyes at him and turned her head to look at the wide sea. Her heart also became more cheerful.
Although the two of them had always been in Los Angeles, and Santa Monica Beach was world-famous, they rarely went out to sea.
If it weren't for today's coincidence, Luke wouldn't have thought of this.
It was Dollar's first time on a yacht, but he was unperturbed.
No one knew how Gluttony managed to calm its emotions.
According to Gluttony itself, it and Dollar could influence each other's emotions while living together.
When necessary, it could even help control Dollar's body.
Luke snorted when he heard that. Wasn't that more like possession? At most, it would turn from a dove taking over a magpie's nest to a 50-50 joint-stock company.
Of course, this wasn't a bad thing for Dollar, who was in its old age, as it could extend its life significantly.
Besides, dogs didn't need much freedom.
Most of the time, they could play, daydream, or sleep. Time wasn't that important to them.
But it wouldn't be a good feeling for a human to be pestered every day by a fellow who could control its body at any time.
Even worse, this fellow could read the thoughts of a symbiotic creature and communicate directly with it.
Luke felt that instead of calling Gluttony a symbiotic creature, it might as well use a traditional Chinese term — possessed by a ghost.
There was no way he would let this fellow possess him.
The yacht sped along, and Luke soon arrived at a coordinate point.
Selina looked around. "Where is she?"
Luke said, "She only gave me the coordinates for the rendezvous, but not the location."
Selina clicked her tongue. "This Margaret is really cautious. Wait, I don't think she's like that, is she? "
Luke shrugged. "That's right. There's no way she could come up with such a cautious plan. It should've been her cousin's idea. "
Selina finally grew curious. "Who's her cousin?"
Luke said, "I don't know. We'll have a chance to meet her later. They've been together for the last few days."
As they talked, they saw a yacht emerge from the bay in the distance.
Luke said to Yang Jian, "They're here." He had already seen Margaret's figure. The characteristics of this beautiful art student were still very obvious.
But then, his expression changed when he heard sporadic gunshots. "Someone's chasing them. Take Dollar down there. Don't let that guy show up." The guy he was talking about was naturally the alien dog-headed Gluttony.
Selina decisively jumped down, and Dollar obediently followed her.
But before it went down, it glared at Luke in dissatisfaction to show its displeasure at being called "that guy."
Selina reached out and rubbed the dog's head to tell it to be quiet. She then took out her gun and observed the situation through the porthole.
Luke narrowed his eyes.
His keen eyesight allowed him to clearly see the situation on the other side, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
That was because it wasn't just two boats that were chasing each other.
Behind the two boats, there was a small motorboat that was shamelessly following them.
Gunshots rang out nonstop from the speedboat behind them, but they weren't shooting at Margaret, who was chasing them, but at the motorboat behind them.
Luke had only just heard the gunshots because they were a little far away, and because the mountain had blocked the chase on the other side of the bay.
Of the three people chasing them, Margaret's yacht was the largest and the slowest.
The speedboat chasing them was the second, and was much faster than the yacht.
The motorboat at the back, however, was madly entangling the speedboat, making it impossible for it to chase Margaret's yacht at full speed.
Is this still a three-way battle? Luke murmured to himself.
But looking at the big yacht that was fleeing, he felt that it could only be considered a battle between two parties, and that the third party was fleeing in panic.
It wasn't Margaret who was driving the yacht, but another young woman.
If his guess was correct, this had to be Margaret's cousin.
Luke started the yacht and slowly sped up.
If he didn't speed up now, he might be left behind and drown in seawater later.
As the two parties gradually approached each other, Luke abruptly turned the yacht in a wide arc so that it was in the same direction as the three boats.
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