Of course, an old fox like Walter wouldn't give up so easily.
He had a hundred ways to get Luke and Selina out of the way, and in the end, Luke and Selina would have nothing to do with the credit.
Thus, he didn't panic at all when Dustin tried to stir up trouble, and continued to act at his own pace.
While the old lady was talking excitedly to Walter and Selina, someone walked out of the office not far away.
When the man turned around and saw Luke, he was stunned. "Luke? You're … "
Luke walked over with a smile and greeted him in a low voice. "Good morning, Foggy. I'm at work. "
Foggy looked at Walter and Selina and instantly saw the badges on their chests. He then looked at Luke. "You too …"
Luke smiled and pulled out the metal chain from his jacket to reveal the badge. "Let's get to know each other again. Luke Coulson, a new detective who just reported to NYPD yesterday. "
Foggy's mouth fell open. "You? Detective? "
Foggy was a lawyer and a native New Yorker. Naturally, he knew a lot about NYPD.
In his opinion, while Luke spoke and did things very maturely, it was more like the result of his upbringing. In reality, Luke wasn't even twenty.
NYPD, under 20 years old, a rookie police officer at best.
Not to mention entering a department like the Police Detective Bureau, which was filled with experienced people.
Luke was amused. "Most of your classmates are still interns at law firms. Didn't you open a law firm and become your own boss? "
Foggy smiled bitterly. "Alright, enough joking. Luke, why are you looking for Elena? "
Luke explained the situation in a few simple words.
Foggy frowned. "You're just here to look for clues. You might not be able to help Elena solve her current problem?"
Luke sighed and gestured at Walter, who was on the other side. He lowered his voice and said, "I was sent to work on this case today. That Superintendent Walter is the one in charge of investigating the case, so you understand."
Thinking about the detective on Luke's badge and Walter's title, Foggy couldn't say anything.
It was just like how an intern in a law firm couldn't instruct a senior partner in what to do.
A minor detective certainly didn't have the right to tell a supervisor how to handle a case, not to mention that Luke was a newcomer.
Looking at his expression, Luke continued in a low voice, "But if we find any clues, it's better than letting what happened at Elena's house end as a 'renovation dispute,' right?"
Foggy's heart stirred. "Is that so …"
Luke smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "You can go over now and see what Lieutenant Walter is up to. I haven't even talked to him for five minutes since I came to NYPD."
Foggy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You're too outstanding!
However, Luke's attitude improved his mood.
This young man, whom he found pleasing to the eye, did not have that kind of hypocritical dogma that he hated. He was also a person with his own principles.
People with principles were always more likable than fence-sitters without a bottom line.
Luke wasn't betraying Walter, because Elena's matter actually had nothing to do with Walter. He was investigating the explosion, not the small case of Elena's house being destroyed.
Elena had called the police, and the 15th Precinct had concluded that it was a "renovation dispute."
The old lady really had to thank Walter for his meddling. At the very least, she could look forward to overturning the 15th Precinct's conclusion.
Foggy wasn't stupid. Anyone who could become a lawyer couldn't be stupid, or they would be eliminated very quickly.
In just a few steps, he sorted out the key points in Luke's intelligence. He walked over with a smile and began to help Elena beat around the bush.
In fact, on the night of the explosion, Foggy had gone to Elena's house precisely because of the "renovation dispute." He had been talking in the house when the explosion happened.
Foggy, who was clear-headed and logical, was a more qualified client than the old lady, and only he had noticed some details.
Walter had originally been afraid of trouble and didn't want to talk to the young lawyer, but after talking to Foggy, he was attracted by the intelligence and couldn't help but ask questions, leaving the old lady to the side.
Luke didn't step forward. He simply gestured to Selina to call him if she needed anything.
Luke, on the other hand, took a few steps and re-entered Nelson & Murdock Law Firm.
Now that he was sizing up this so-called law firm, he shook his head inwardly. It seemed that these two young lawyers had run into the most common and biggest problem in the beginning stages of their entrepreneurial journey — money.
Money would always be a big problem for most people in the world.
These two young lawyers had set up their own firm, but when they needed to make money the most, they had taken on a bunch of cases from poor people.
The only way to make a lot of money from poor people was through personal injury lawsuits. There was a string of 888 phone numbers on New York's subways and billboards, as well as two smiling lawyers who specialized in this kind of business.
These two young lawyers, however, didn't take on this kind of work that could make a lot of money.
Their current cases were nothing more than getting new work visas for some foreign workers, or reducing the penalties of poor people who couldn't pay the fines and didn't want to go to jail, or helping Elena negotiate with the landlord to renovate the house back to its original state.
These people couldn't afford to pay a hundred dollars an hour for lawyers, and could only pay the two young lawyers with some cheap food and fruit.
These things were piled up in a corner of the room, but there weren't many of them. At most, it would be enough for the three people in the law firm for two days.
Well, given a certain lawyer's appetite, he might be able to eat two meals at most. After all, people who liked to do physical work would always be more exhausted.
Karen, the blonde, noticed him.
Luke's looks and temperament were just as hard to ignore here as hers.
She asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Luke smiled. "I'm Foggy's friend, but I've never been here before. Do you mind if I take a look? "
Karen smiled awkwardly. "Sure. But … there are only three rooms here. "
Luke looked around and shrugged. "It's never easy to start a business. Don't worry about me, I'll just take a look. "
As he spoke, he walked to the door of what should be the two lawyers' offices and looked inside.
There were two desks full of documents and a large filing cabinet. There was also an antique computer connected to an equally antique printer.
Looking at the old scratches on the printer, Luke felt that it might be as old as Claire.
On one of the desks, there was a stack of envelopes. The papers were familiar — familiar to most Americans.
They were reminders from various companies.
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