Lindsay looked anxious and angry again. "Mom, why are you like this? You have no sympathy at all … "
Luke raised his hand. "Guys, I think it's best if you calm down. Just hurting each other won't solve the problem."
As soon as he said that, the family of three looked at him in surprise.
That didn't sound like something an ordinary police officer would say.
Most of the time, when it came to family disputes like this, the police would rather watch from the side and take the people back to the police station.
As the saying went, it was difficult for an upright official to resolve family disputes. American police officers also understood this.
If they got involved in a family dispute, who knew, if they handcuffed a drunkard who was beating his wife, his wife might pull out a gun and shoot him.
When it came to the rich, many police officers were even more lazy to do anything.
It was too easy for the rich to hire a lawyer. Once the police interfered or made a move, it was easy for them to find fault and magnify it, and end up in big trouble.
Luke, on the other hand, didn't care, because he wasn't afraid that the other party would hire a lawyer.
He simply said, "Mr. Soderberg has already made his request, and Mr. Peterson has no objections. We can talk about this in the interrogation room at the police station."
When he mentioned the interrogation room, his tone was slightly heavier, and his eyes met Lindsay's for a moment.
Lindsay's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly said, "Then I want you to be there the whole time."
Luke found that a little strange. He didn't use any special abilities; this request was Lindsay's own.
But he didn't want to argue here.
For police officers, the most annoying thing was arguing in public, or watching other people argue.
If this family really wanted to argue, they could go back to the police station and slowly argue in the interrogation room.
At that time, Luke could still eat snacks and drink as he watched them argue.
This wasn't his original way of handling cases.
The tragic cases of countless senior detectives had taught the latecomers that this was the best way to deal with most family disputes.
Jeffrey, Lindsay, and Monroe all agreed with Luke, and there was nothing Aurora could do even if she wanted to.
Luke gestured, and the six of them walked to the entrance of the exhibition hall.
When they reached the display wall near the entrance, the three of them came out from outside and bumped into Luke.
Both parties were stunned for a moment, before they smiled and said at the same time, "Why are you here?"
"On a case," both parties replied in unison again.
This time, Luke raised his hand and gestured for her to speak first.
Detective Beckett said, "We're here to find Lindsay Soderberg and Monroe Peterson to find out what's going on."
Luke said with a smile, "Both of them are involved in my case. They're going back to the police department with us."
He gave Beckett a look and nodded slightly.
Beckett immediately understood.
They had already been sent to the police station. How could she not find a way to question these two people?
What Luke meant was that he wouldn't create any obstacles. If she wanted to ask anything, it would depend on whether she had the strength to deal with the other party.
The exchange of glances between the two of them was extremely fast. In just a few seconds, the negotiation was completed.
This was just a tacit understanding between detectives, not a telepathic connection.
Three cars had come and five left, and they returned to the police department in a grandiose manner.
Luke had just asked Selina to send the four people into the interrogation room, when Dustin called and asked, "What are you doing? How did you get this plague … cough, cough, bring them back? "
He wanted Luke to send the troublesome Soderberg family away, not bring this matter back to the police department.
The Soderbergs weren't ordinary rich people in New York. Dustin really didn't want to have anything to do with them at all.
Helpless, he could only accept the mission given by his superiors.
In fact, the matter of this family was widely known among the higher-ups in the police department.
Nobody in the branch wanted to get involved in a family matter, so they decisively reported it to HQ.
The Soderberg family's annual donation was distributed to HQ.
Naturally, HQ had to clean up the family's mess.
Dustin had asked Luke and Selina to go because he knew that they weren't psychologically vulnerable to the rich. Luke was a rich man.
Secondly, the two of them had made a lot of contributions, but had no hope of being promoted in the short term. With Dustin around, the most the other party could do was suppress them, but they couldn't lose their jobs, so the effect of suppression was naturally zero.
Seeing Luke's smile, he said helplessly, "Tell me, how do we send them away quickly?"
Luke took out a lollipop and ate it. He didn't forget to give Selina and Gold Nugget one each. He then said with a smile, "Why should we chase them away? Since they're big clients of our police department, they're qualified to occupy an interrogation room. Let them talk slowly inside. "
Stumped for a moment, Dustin asked the key question. "Someone needs to keep an eye on them, right?"
He was really afraid that if a fight broke out inside, injuries or deaths would be a big problem.
Luke raised his hand. "I'll stay inside and watch the show."
Dustin was lost for words. So, you're trying to tire this family out?
But on second thought, what could he do if he didn't drag it out? Be the judge?
This case had been pushed back and forth because no one wanted to be the judge.
Dustin quickly sorted out his thoughts and nodded decisively. He raised his hand and pointed. "You can keep an eye on them. They can stay in the interrogation room for as long as they want. I'll get someone else to give you a quiet space to work on the case."
Luke curled his lip. "Okay. Boss, remember to be on time for the party tonight. Don't work overtime. "
Dustin lowered his head and started working on the documents again. "We'll talk after you send them away."
Luke chuckled. "From what I can see, Mrs. Soderberg doesn't have much stamina."
Dustin couldn't help but raise his head. "You know that?"
Then, he realized what was going on.
Luke was very good at observing the structure of the human body. It wasn't hard for a shooting and fighting expert to make such a judgment, not to mention that he was also a police officer who was very good at solving cases.
Thinking that, Dustin felt even more confident.
Sending Luke was indeed the right choice. This guy always had his own ideas and rarely made mistakes before he acted.
After Luke and Selina left, he told Selina to prepare some things for the party tonight.
Looking at the shopping list on her phone, Selina found it strange. "Why isn't there any meat?"
There was still meat at home, but it was basically all frozen meat that Gold Nugget enjoyed.
Today was the first gathering on Dustin's hill in months, and also the first private gathering in New York. It wasn't appropriate for Gold Nugget to entertain people with meat that had been frozen for days.
Luke and Selina ate fresh meat almost every day. At most, they would spend a night in the fridge. What they couldn't finish in two days would become snacks for the bottomless dog head.
In any case, for the dog head's taste buds, there was almost no difference between meat that had been frozen for a day and meat that had been frozen for three to five days.
In this regard, it wasn't as unreasonable as humans.
In fact, most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a piece of meat that had been frozen for three days, five days, and a week.
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