It was hard to tell what the stink was. It smelled like a mixture of feces, rotting matter, and something else, but it was very obvious in the clearing.
Luke didn't need to look to know that it was from some sort of black and red liquid on the ground.
He did not know what it was, but it could be found in many places, and it extended into the depths of the forest.
Frowning, Luke found a satellite phone in the most luxurious SUV and ran to the pickup.
He stepped on the gas pedal and rushed to the other side of the lake.
Selina was waiting for him there. He felt that something wasn't right.
As he drove, he dialed Thomas's number.
A moment later, the call was picked up. "Who is it?"
Luke said, "Chief, it's Luke. Something's happened here …"
He told Thomas what happened tonight as simply as possible. After a brief silence, Thomas asked, "Where are you right now?"
Luke said, "I don't know, but we were drugged and taken fifty kilometers from Wolfkyle. We drove for another half an hour in the wilderness."
Thomas said, "Keep the line open. I'll call someone over right away."
Luke said, "Okay, Chief. Right, I suspect that the missing couple we're investigating is related to them. Also, judging from their tone, it seems that they've done it many times before. "
Thomas said, "… Got it. I'll inform the FBI and come with us."
Thomas naturally knew why Luke was saying that.
If it was a simple case, even if it was a murder, the Wolfkyle police would investigate it.
But if it was a serial murder that involved multiple victims, the FBI had the right to intervene.
The advantage of that was that, even if those people were very powerful in Wolfkyle, they wouldn't be able to influence the FBI, which was a national agency.
More importantly, the Houston Police Department didn't have the authority to investigate the case. After all, this wasn't Houston Police Department's jurisdiction.
If Thomas called the FBI, it had to be Thomas's connections. It wasn't hard to imagine how much help the FBI could give Luke.
Also, Luke had already caught more than half of the suspects, which was a great contribution for the FBI. Thomas was confident that he could turn to someone he knew.
This wasn't Thomas asking for help, but giving the FBI credit. As long as the FBI wasn't an idiot, they would definitely come as soon as possible.
Thomas asked again, "Well, you said that there were seriously wounded people there, right?"
Luke was stunned. Did he say that? Those who were heavily injured were probably the players. The only one who was barely injured was Bobby. Bob's father had died from his injuries a long time ago.
But his mind turned and he immediately understood. "Yes, there is a high school student who is severely injured and needs immediate treatment."
Thomas: "Okay, I'll contact Houston's rescue helicopter as soon as possible."
Luke said, "Thank you, director."
Thomas didn't say anything. He just hummed and hung up the phone.
As expected of Robert's old buddy! Luke sighed inwardly.
With Thomas's words, the Houston Police Department could legitimately send officers to follow the rescue helicopter.
No matter what, they had to protect Luke first.
Putting down the satellite phone, Luke sped up.
The pickup drove past where Asel was. Luke glanced at her, and seeing that there didn't seem to be any movements, he continued on.
It was the same when he passed Bobby's place.
For Luke, Selina was the person he needed to protect the most.
Of Bob's family, he had already done enough by saving two of them.
Luke got out of the car on the other side of the lake.
There was no road in the woods where he had dropped Selina off, so he had to walk.
At that moment, two police cars drove over from the other side of the lake.
They didn't blink their lights or sound their sirens, but Luke had already heard them.
He could only stop next to the car and look at the police cars.
The two police cars stopped, and one officer got out of each car.
One of the officers, who was in his forties, said, "We're from the Wolfkyle Police Department. Stop and don't move, or we'll shoot. "
Luke didn't know what to do.
He couldn't just kill the two officers, and the woods were some distance away. Would he have to fight the two officers again after he returned with Selina?
He wasn't scared of losing, but he was scared that he would be in big trouble if he killed the two officers.
"I'm Detective Luke Coulson from the Westside Houston Police Department. I just sent a notice to the Wolfkyle Police Department yesterday," he said.
The two officers looked at each other. "Put down your guns. Let us confirm your identity."
Luke frowned. "I'm going to save my partner. She's still alone in the woods."
The old officer said, "I'm Brown York, the sheriff of Wolfkyle, and this is Deputy Sheriff Crewe. If you're here to help with the case, you should know us, right?"
Luke observed them for a moment, before he finally tossed the M1911 aside.
"There's another one," said Crewe.
Luke slowly drew the Beretta from his armpit and threw it three meters away.
The two officers looked at each other and slowly approached him.
Luke asked, "Why are you here?"
Brown looked calm as he answered while walking, "We received a call saying that there were gunshots here, so we rushed over."
Luke nodded. "Where are we? My partner and I were knocked out and brought here. We don't even know where we are yet. "
"We're about fifty kilometers from Wolfkyle," said Crewe casually.
Luke said, "Oh, there are seriously wounded people here who need to be taken away as soon as possible. How long will it take for us to reach the highway? "
Crewe said, "It'll take twenty minutes to reach the highway."
Luke narrowed his eyes and abruptly rolled away.
But the two officers seemed to have the same idea. When they were ten meters away from him, they suddenly drew their guns and fired. Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Luke felt a numbness in his left arm, followed by excruciating pain.
He couldn't help but grunt, but he didn't stop moving. As he rolled away, he grabbed the Beretta next to him. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! The two officers fell to the ground.
The two officers were simply asking to be killed by shooting at Luke from ten meters away.
Although Luke had lost the initiative and didn't have a gun, his strength and reflexes made it hard for them to lock onto him.
His only miscalculation was that Deputy Sheriff Crewe's marksmanship was surprisingly lousy. Luke's shot had clearly missed Luke's target, but it had hit Luke's left arm, which had been moving too fast.
Ignoring the excruciating pain in his left arm, Luke grimly walked over with his gun. "I'll blow up the next person who dares to hold a gun."
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