Being glanced at, O'Laura almost flared up again, but her husband Jeffree's hand, which was hidden behind his back, pulled her back hard.
She instantly came back to her senses.
In any case, it was progress that their daughter was willing to come home.
What would happen in the future could wait.
Seeing that both parties had basically reached a compromise, Luke smiled. "Hm, by the way, do you need me to provide a third-party psychiatrist? She's pretty good. "
The family of three turned their heads at the same time. Are you a police officer or a doctor?
Although the family had doubts about Luke's profession for the first time, Lindsay only hesitated for a moment before she agreed to let him introduce a doctor. She also requested that he come to the police department immediately to give Monroe a preliminary diagnosis.
She had an inexplicable sense of trust in the indifferent and calm young detective.
Also, Luke seemed to have inadvertently said something that reminded her of something.
If there was an official mediation record at the police department, some of her parents' methods wouldn't work so well.
Lindsay wasn't stupid. In fact, it was because she was too smart that her parents valued her so much.
She also didn't think that Luke was acting like someone her parents had arranged for. Although there was no direct evidence, she was inexplicably convinced of it.
The psychiatrist that Luke introduced would naturally be more reliable than the doctor she would find later.
She knew all too well how powerful her parents were in New York. They might be able to switch out the doctor, and Monroe would definitely be in big trouble.
In less than half an hour, high heels clattered all the way and stopped in front of the door. The door opened, and a woman with wavy blonde hair and black-rimmed eyes appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone in the family was stunned.
Lindsay opened her mouth to say something in astonishment, but suddenly shut it hard as joy flashed in her eyes.
The blonde and black-rimmed girl glanced at everyone and nodded at Luke as usual. "Hello, Detective Coulson. Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, Dr. Haley." Luke smiled and gestured at Monroe. "That's him. However, you'll have to discuss with these three about the diagnosis. They have some special requests. "
As he spoke, he tactfully left the room. Before he left, he gave Beckett a look.
After they left and closed the door, he said to Beckett in a low voice, "When Monroe's consultation begins, you can talk to Lindsay about your case first. I think there's a chance she'll agree. Don't get your hopes up on Monroe. His mental state is really bad. "
Beckett nodded and couldn't help but be curious. "You majored in psychology in college?"
Luke looked at her with a strange expression. "I taught myself a little, but I didn't have the opportunity to study in college."
Beckett nodded. "Thank you, Luke. You can look for me if you need anything in the future. "
This meant that he owed him a small favor.
The colleagues in the Detective Bureau were also different.
Without this kind of relationship, there were many things that others would not agree to immediately.
Luke had asked John and Joe for help a few days ago, so the next time they asked him for help, he would have to agree.
However, everyone was very clear about the level of this favor. For example, Beckett's favor was much smaller than John's.
That was because he had used his personal connections to help, but this was just a small favor for official matters.
Also, from what she had said to Luke just now, he knew that this girl was still too young.
At the very least, she wasn't too familiar with the Walter → John → Joe connection. Otherwise, how could she not know that Luke hadn't gone to college?
She didn't even pay enough attention to the gossip in the Detective Bureau or Luke and Selina. Otherwise, it would have been easier for her to find out that Luke was only nineteen.
But this wasn't a bad thing.
It might not be easy for a person who was focused on work and didn't care about the gossip in the office to get a promotion and a raise, but he was much more comfortable to get along with than his colleagues who were amateur "underground intelligence officers."
Luke went to Dustin's office and told him that everything was under control.
Dustin was suspicious. "Are you sure?" If it was that easy to settle, would this family be so famous in NYPD?
Luke said, "If we're lucky, this matter will really settle down. If we're not so lucky … it'll probably last for a week or two. "
As long as this family was quarreling at home, NYPD wouldn't care how many emotional dramas there would be.
Even Luke, who had handled most family disputes as a detective, had either resulted in serious injuries or deaths. He had basically never dealt with such purely emotional disputes.
A certain lonely middle-aged man didn't even have a wife, and was even more impatient than Luke with this kind of bullshit from a rich family.
Dustin simply asked out of concern, "What if they lower the donation limit?"
Pondering for two seconds, Luke replied, "Even if they lower it, it might not be on me."
Lost for words, Dustin raised his hand and pointed. "Get lost."
Because he realized that he had indeed asked a stupid question.
It was indeed easy for something like this to happen, but the troublesome family had already gone through police mediation seven or eight times.
Even if they didn't receive a lot of donations from the Soderbergs next year, who could be sure what had offended them?
This wasn't ancient times, and the bigwigs couldn't possibly hold those suspected of being responsible accountable for a groundless crime.
The law didn't punish the majority; it was the same in America.
After leaving the door, Luke looked at the interrogation room. Javier was the only one left at the door. Beckett must have found something.
After taking care of the family more efficiently than expected, Luke didn't stay at the Detective Bureau any longer.
After sending a text message and waiting ten minutes, he got up and left.
He found a taxi at the entrance and got in. The driver asked with a smile, "Are you in a hurry today?"
Luke gave him the fare with a smile. "Of course … I'm not. Please keep your "plane" at the lowest speed possible. It's snowing today. "
"My car can switch to snow mode at any time." In the driver's seat, Bell nodded regretfully. "When I saw your text message, I thought I'd have a chance to chase a suspect like last time."
Luke was helpless. "That's basically something that only happens in movies and TV shows, right? Most of the time, the police drive themselves. "
Bell thought for a moment and agreed.
The last time Luke had rented her car to arrest someone, it had been a LAPD detective.
LAPD had come to New York to arrest someone, but they didn't have a car. This was indeed a rare opportunity.
Even though it was snowing lightly and the ground was slippery, it only took Bell ten minutes to reach Clinton.
Luke waved goodbye to Bell and entered … Nelson & Murdock Law Firm.
It was snowing outside today, but there were still a lot of people at the firm, and most of them looked happy.
Luke knew the reason.
The reconstruction plan had already started, and the first renovation team had officially started repairing the houses of the severely damaged families.
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