"Luke, I'm very worried about Grandpa. Mom and Dad aren't here, so I can only call you," said Joseph.
Luke nodded. "I'll call him right away. Don't worry." He then hung up.
Although Joseph was very young, he was very smart.
While chatting with Luke, Catherine had mentioned that Joseph's IQ might very well meet the requirements to join Mensa.
Robert and Catherine were still in Europe, while Luke and Claire were in Los Angeles.
Joseph easily determined that the best person to ask for help was Luke.
Luke didn't dare take his brother's words lightly. He immediately called Drax, but the line was busy.
Frowning, he said, "Turn on the repeat dial." He then put the phone back on the dashboard.
A minute later, Drax's phone was still busy.
Selina took out her phone. "I have Ferreira's number. I'll call him."
Luke hummed in acknowledgment.
Ferreira, the ranch vet, had worked with Selina's father for many years.
Joseph had said that Ferreira was also in Dallas, so he could confirm the situation by contacting Ferreira.
Ferreira quickly picked up.
After saying a few words, Selina put her phone on speakerphone and gave it to Luke.
Sure enough, Ferreira was already on his way to pick up Joseph, but he didn't know why Drax was so angry.
Luke just wanted him to go to Drax's place as soon as possible to make sure that he could contact his hot-tempered grandfather.
Even Robert kept a respectful distance from Drax's temper; one could imagine how difficult it would be to persuade the old man.
Drax was born with a bad temper, and it was hard to control it. If he went to his daughter Catherine's place, he would definitely argue with Robert every day, and it would be hard for his daughter and grandchildren to get along.
Catherine understood his intentions. When she had time, she would let her three grandchildren spend the weekend on the ranch, and Drax would be at ease on the ranch.
In the stubborn old man's words, he was used to working on the ranch, and didn't need to go to Shackelford to retire.
Drax was indeed in good health, and there were almost ten people working on the ranch. He wasn't afraid that no one would inform him if something happened.
However, the stubborn old man still had a weakness.
He had always favored Luke since he was young, and rarely scolded him.
Clare and Joseph, the younger ones, were completely spoiled.
If Claire and Joseph didn't just go for a weekend vacation, the stubborn old man would spoil his two grandsons to the heavens.
For example, it was definitely Joseph's idea to go to Dallas to watch that flying car show. Otherwise, Drax, who was already in his early seventies, wouldn't be interested in watching such a show.
A few minutes later, Luke finally called Drax.
After saying a few words, he could only helplessly listen to the beeping sound coming from the phone.
The stubborn old man became anxious and hung up the phone.
Selina asked, "Should I ask for leave for you?"
Luke sighed. "I'll tell Elsa myself. My vacation is already over."
If this had happened two days earlier, he could have taken the weekend off.
Now, he could only go through the back door and only report to Elsa, in case an urgent case was assigned to him.
If he was checked on under special circumstances, Elsa would immediately write him a request for leave.
Of course, an ordinary detective wouldn't dare do that without the support of their boss.
Just like that, Luke drove all the way to the airport. He booked the earliest flight and boarded the plane an hour later.
He left Dallas-Fort Worth Airport at four in the afternoon, got into a taxi outside the airport, and went straight to the hotel.
Half an hour later, he entered a three-star hotel and knocked on the door of Room 507.
Drax's face appeared through the crack in the door.
Annoyed, he waved his hand and left. "Why did you come back? I'm not senile yet. You don't have to worry about me. "
Luke followed him into the room and closed the door. He put his arm around the old man's shoulder. "Grandpa, it would be a problem if I didn't care about you."
The old man snorted and didn't retort.
He was stubborn, but he could tell good from bad.
After entering the house, Luke and Drax sat down. He picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table and glanced at the old man. "I remember that the doctor told you to drink less during your last checkup. Drink some wine and beer at most, right?"
Drax tilted his head. "None of your business!"
But he immediately added, "I was too busy talking on the phone. I haven't had a drink yet."
Luke smiled and took out two bottles of beer from the fridge. He gave one to the old man. "It's hot. Cool down."
There was nothing the old man could do.
Luke had been obedient and sensible since he was young. He hadn't even been a naughty child.
Every time he thought of Luke's parents who died young, the old man's heart ached even more for him. He felt that it was because Luke lacked parents that he was so mature and sensible.
In the old man's opinion, Texan boys should be wilder from a young age.
Fighting, smoking, drinking, and flirting with girls — that was how the old man thought a Texan boy should grow up.
Luke, on the other hand, had never touched anything like that.
If Luke and Jimena hadn't gotten together in the last two years of high school, the old man would have suspected that there was something wrong with his eldest grandson's sexual orientation.
Thus, the old man couldn't say anything harsh to Luke.
After two sips of cold beer, Luke said, "Grandpa, I'm already back. In order not to waste the plane ticket, can you tell me what's going on? Besides, I'm a rank 3 detective in LAPD's Major Crimes Division. My rate of solving cases is one of the highest in all of Los Angeles. If you really want to make a move on someone, I'm familiar with the law, and I know the police process like the back of my hand … "
Drax raised his hands in surrender. "Stop! I don't really want to shoot anyone. You don't have to be so considerate. "
What Luke meant was basically, "Even if you really kill someone, I can help you clean up the mess."
How could the old man resist his family's unconditional support?
The last thing he wanted was to make things difficult for his family, much less for Luke to knowingly break the law for his sake.
Luke snickered inwardly.
He knew very well that his grandpa was someone who could be persuaded but not cowed.
Instead of trying to persuade him, he might as well try to calm him down by talking about family.
Heaving a sigh, the old man finally told Luke what had happened.
Luke listened in silence. Even when the old man cursed the murderer who killed his old brother, he didn't interrupt him.
After the old man stopped and gasped for breath for a moment, Luke asked, "Grandpa, do you know someone at the police department? Otherwise, we won't be able to handle the crime scene. "
This was a big case, and it had only been a day since it happened.
In order to solve the case, the police department would definitely keep the details a secret for the time being.
The old man hummed in response. "I know someone who's a junior at the police department."
Luke asked, "Can you ask him to take me to the crime scene?"
The old man hesitated.
If he was pissed, he could kill whoever he wanted with a gun.
But Luke wasn't willing to take the risk.
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