Luke took out his phone and sent out two text messages. "We have a specific supplier for meat and seafood."
Selina: "What?"
"Molly Johnson, the girl on the high school diving team. Her father, Richard Johnson. Do you remember him?" he said casually.
Of course Selina remembered. It was because of Molly's case that the two of them had gone to Kilgrave.
In her fury, she had even smashed the psychopath into a folded form.
"Richard runs a seafood business in Boston. Most of his goods are directly supplied to the major restaurants in New York. He delivers several truckloads of goods every day, and the ingredients are definitely authentic and fresh," he explained. "So, I just need to send a message to the person in charge of the cold storage and have someone pick it up."
Selina nodded.
They paid for everything they bought, so Richard wouldn't lose out. At most, the people in the cold storage would have to do a little more work.
Richard, whose daughter had been saved, definitely wouldn't refuse such an easy favor.
"Should I drive over?" she asked.
Luke shook his head. "Our meat supplier will help. Foggy's parents and brother run a butcher shop in Clinton. I've already talked to them, and we'll order directly from them. His brother will help us get the seafood from the cold storage. You just need to take a detour from their butcher shop on your way home. "
Selina was dumbfounded. "When did you do this? Why didn't I know about it? "
Luke couldn't help but sigh. "How many times do you buy seafood and meat on your own in a month? On average, at most. What's the point of telling you this? "
Selina chuckled.
Most of the time, she followed Luke to buy seafood and meat.
It wasn't that she was lazy, but that she wasn't confident in her judgment and bargaining skills.
She still remembered the high-priced king crab sold by the Chinese boss in the San Gabriel Valley seafood market in Los Angeles.
She wasn't short of money, but her upbringing told her that it was better to leave it to the professionals if she could avoid being scammed.
Of course, Luke was the professional.
Actually, Luke didn't have much bargaining power.
In his previous life, his favorite place to buy things was the supermarket. He would scan the QR code and leave. Any discounts would be marked on the price tag, and he wouldn't have to argue with anyone.
Now, even if he did not use Mental Communication and 40 Mental Strength, he could still test the psychological bottom line of most bosses with just Basic Psychology.
That was why he became a bargaining expert in Selina's eyes.
But Luke didn't care about money right now.
He had ordered good meat from Foggy's Family Butcher Shop. The price was high to begin with, and the price he offered was 10% higher than the market price.
Thus, it was reasonable for Foggy's brother to make a trip to bring seafood back when he was restocking the goods. This was equivalent to Luke paying him in advance.
To him, exchanging money for time was almost an instinct.
Don't be stingy about things that can be solved with a small amount of money.
He had just spent five million last night to farm experience and credit points for luring the monsters. Today, he would be able to save himself the trouble of running away with two hundred dollars.
Looking at Selina happily searching for the ingredients for dinner, he sighed and walked into the interrogation room.
It was better for him to deal with today's trivial matters.
Selina usually did most of the meaningless, but necessary, conversations.
For example, greeting a colleague nearby and wanting to have a chat, right? Luke would only say hello to most of his colleagues, and wouldn't go out of his way to chat.
Another example would be asking about witnesses. Some were important, some were unimportant, and some were long-winded. He would ask the important questions, and Selina would ask the unimportant and long-winded ones.
There was also comforting the injured and pacifying the brats, which weren't useful to the case but had to be done. Selina basically took care of all these trivial matters.
If it was a partner like John, Luke would be the only one who would do such things, but he hated dealing with such things the most.
Thus, it was really hard to find a partner who didn't have any complaints.
In the Detective Bureau, Luke wouldn't be able to find a suitable partner.
It wasn't that the other party wasn't willing to take on all the chores, or that they would fight with him for the important things.
These two thoughts were unavoidable for most detectives. At most, it was just a matter of how serious they were.
Selina, on the other hand, didn't lack money or a low position, and basically didn't have any ambition. Most of her attention was spent on training, beating people up, and eating after work.
This was the top-notch assistant that Luke had groomed over the past year.
If he had to find a replacement for Selina, perhaps Elizabeth would be able to play 50% of Selina's role in the police department.
As for the rest … Luke couldn't help but shake his head.
It was really difficult to find someone who he could confide in, even if it was only part of his foundation.
However, he already had a solution to the biggest problem in this predicament, but he needed more time to verify his ideas.
Javier and Ryan were standing at the door of the interrogation room. When they saw Luke, they straightened up slightly.
Luke asked, "How's it going?"
Both of them smiled bitterly. "If this continues, it's unknown if we'll be able to ask questions today."
Luke shrugged. "Think about the good news."
Both of them found that odd. "What good news?"
Luke said, "At the very least, they're my problem first, and then yours. If I can solve their problem, yours won't be too big of a problem. "
The two of them were dumbfounded. Their brains couldn't wrap around it for a moment. Then, what exactly was the problem? Whose problem was it?
Luke, on the other hand, had already pushed open the door of the interrogation room.
It was similar to the situation in the exhibition hall earlier. It was still a family of three, a father and a daughter.
One of the main characters, the painter Monroe, continued to daydream as he sat there, as if the three people arguing in the room didn't exist.
As for Beckett, the beautiful detective, who was standing by the door with her arms crossed, she was also ignored.
The three of them seemed to have entered a white-hot state, and didn't notice Luke's appearance at all.
Luke asked in an extremely low voice, "How is it?"
Beckett's gentle lips curled up, but she clearly wasn't happy. "It's going to be troublesome."
Luke didn't think much of it. "I heard that even John and Joe don't want to take it. It's impossible that it's not troublesome."
Beckett nodded slightly. "What should we do? Do you need my help? "
After all, she was a woman. In such a tense family dispute, she should be more suitable than Luke as a peacemaker.
Luke shook his head. "Not for now. Let's wait."
Beckett: "Huh?"
Luke said, "They'll argue for another twenty minutes at most. It's time for them to take a break."
Beckett: "…"
That really was a solution.
If they argued until their mouths were dry, they naturally couldn't argue anymore.
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