Luke nodded with a smile.
He had been joking, but it wasn't a complete joke.
He had to consider his stamina when he rode a bicycle, but he didn't have to modify a motorcycle.
Just as he was thinking about transportation, Selina reminded him, "Walter and the others have flashed their lights."
Luke turned on the lights on his car and squeezed into the bus lane. "The officer is in a hurry. Let's keep up."
Selina said with a smile, "They're really impatient."
Luke said, "We're stuck in traffic every day. How can they not be?"
In the end, the two cars were stuck in traffic again after less than five hundred meters.
Ricky got out of the car in a practiced manner. He took out a ticket, wrote it down, and gave it to a young lady in the driver's seat. He then had the conflicted lady move the car out of the police car's path before he drove off again.
Luke and Selina clicked their tongues as they passed the young lady. They even heard her curse, "B * stard, I'm going to file a complaint. I already moved out of the lane, and you're still giving me such a high ticket? "
Selina burst out laughing. "Don't tell me the Detective Bureau also has a quota for fines?"
Luke, however, nodded solemnly. "You can get a ticket later."
Selina: "Huh?"
Luke gestured at the car next to him. "A ticket is definitely more useful than a police light in this kind of traffic."
Selina got it.
A ticket was a prop to scare people, but if they really needed one, they could write one in passing.
Although the main business of the Detective Bureau wasn't to issue tickets, the detectives were all qualified to issue tickets.
Just like that, the two cars stopped and drove. With the help of the police lights and the tickets, it took them forty minutes to reach the place.
Selina kept an eye on the car. It wasn't safe for the police car to stay here, and they had to leave someone behind.
Walking into the old apartment building and looking at the dilapidated rooms, the three of them didn't look too good.
Finding Room 307 on the third floor, Ricky knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered. Instead, the door fell to the ground with a bang.
Ricky felt a headache coming on. "Don't tell me I have to pay for the repairs?"
Walter said helplessly, "If you have that much strength, why are you a police officer? Go be a world champion. Ask next door and see where the people in this house went. "
Ricky had no choice but to prop the door up. Luke stepped forward and leaned the door back against its original spot.
Ricky knocked on the door next door. A Latino man with a vigilant expression asked through the crack of the door, "What do you want?"
Ricky moved his left chest forward slightly to show his badge. "NYPD. Well, don't be nervous. We're just here to talk to Elena Cardenas next door. "
The Latino man's forehead was sweating. "She … she must have gone to a lawyer."
Ricky asked, "Where's the lawyer?"
The Latino man said, "Nielson-Murdock Law Firm. Turn left and walk two hundred meters."
The three of them quickly went downstairs and drove to the law firm.
This time, Selina got out of the car with him.
They were familiar with the environment here and knew that the chances of a robbery happening nearby were much lower. This was because their new home was about 20 meters away from them.
Moreover, the law firm was on the third floor, so they could easily see what was going on downstairs.
When they went up to the third floor and saw all kinds of people sitting in an old house, Walter was stunned. "Is business that good in this law firm?"
Ricky was also a little surprised. "Do the people here have the money to hire a lawyer?"
Luke and Selina didn't say anything.
Many of the people in the room couldn't afford a lawyer, but a lawyer who was willing to provide them with legal aid was another matter.
When the four of them walked in, everyone in the room looked at them.
Walter and Ricky were both wearing suits and ties, but they didn't look like white-collar workers.
Luke and Selina were young and good-looking, but they were dressed very casually.
When they saw the badges on Walter and Selina's chests, a lot of people's expressions changed.
Two bandaged guys with blood on their bodies had already gotten up nervously and were slipping away from the wall.
Walter didn't pay attention to them. He scanned the room and focused his attention on a young woman not far away.
He walked over and showed her his badge. "Hello, miss. Are you the receptionist here?"
The young woman had long, straight blond hair and a delicate face. She was wearing a shirt with blue flowers on it and a black knee-length suit skirt.
Hearing Walter's words, she stood up with a habitual smile on her face. "Hello, Inspector. My name is Karen Peggy. I'm a clerk here. How can I help you? "
Walter said, "We're looking for Elena Cardenas to find out more."
The young woman named Karen nodded with a smile. "Please wait a moment. I'll see if she's still here."
A moment later, an old lady in her sixties followed her out of a room and spoke in Spanish when she looked at Walter.
Walter asked, "Do you understand English?"
In the end, Elena only said, "Alittle."
Walter was helpless. It wouldn't do to know a little.
This was a police interrogation, and it could be very troublesome if there were ambiguities in their words.
In recent years, more and more people had spoken Spanish in the United States, and most police officers had asked for some Spanish in return.
Walter could understand everyday Spanish, but it was very difficult for him to speak it himself.
Selina stepped forward and said in a low voice, "I know Spanish, sir."
Walter nodded slightly. "You translate."
After a few words, they followed the old lady to a quieter place in the hallway and started talking.
It actually wasn't complicated.
The case that Walter was investigating was, of course, the Clinton serial bombing a few days ago.
That night, the old lady's house was right across from one of the explosions. Half of the house had been destroyed, and the door that Ricky had punched down had been caused by the explosion that day.
The old lady had called the police and said that someone had come to threaten her and smash her house.
The 15th Precinct's conclusion was that the old lady had made a false report! It was just a dispute over a renovation.
The matter was over.
But Walter clearly wanted to make a big deal out of the bombings.
Once he got enough credit, he would be able to put even more pressure on Dustin.
He was just a little bit away from being the director of the Detective Bureau.
As long as he made great contributions in the near future, whether Dustin lost his footing and was pushed to another department or Walter was promoted to another department, it would all be a good outcome.
It was also for this reason that he had been very reluctant when Dustin had forced Luke and Selina in.
Now that the case had been solved, it was thanks to Luke and Selina.
Luke and Selina had been transferred from Los Angeles, and everyone knew that they were Dustin's men. Even if Walter cracked the case, he wouldn't be able to put any pressure on Dustin.
That was how a leader cheated. 8)
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