There had been a lot of things to do at the police department recently, but they didn't have many urgent cases on hand.
Dustin had gone from being the head of the Major Crimes Division in LAPD to the chief of the Detective Bureau at NYPD HQ, and his requirements for Luke and Selina had also changed subtly.
Before he came, the quality of the police department's work had been above average.
After he came, even if he followed the rules, he would still be able to get a pass to excellent result.
Now, he gave very few cases to Luke and Selina.
That was because Dustin didn't need them to solve as many cases as before.
Given the number of cases that HQ received, it was possible for them to solve five thousand to ten thousand cases a year.
If Luke and Selina solved a hundred cases a year, the rate would only increase by one or two percentage points, but it would be enough to exhaust them — that was what Dustin thought.
He would rather Luke and Selina pick the cases they were interested in and take fewer cases. That way, they would be able to take on tricky cases at any time.
These cases might not be dangerous, but they would definitely be troublesome, like the Soderberg family incident yesterday.
Previously, Luke and Selina had also dealt with Walter's attack and provided important intelligence on D 'Amico. They didn't have much time to work, but they were very good at solving problems.
Elite soldiers and surprise soldiers. That was Dustin's new position for them.
It was really a waste of their energy to spend on an endless number of ordinary criminal cases.
After all, this was New York.
They were too bright and didn't have a strong enough backer. He was afraid that Luke and Selina would be targeted.
Deputy Commissioner Brad could give up on Luke and Selina without hesitation, but Dustin definitely couldn't.
Thus, he consciously controlled the number of cases they took, and even tacitly allowed them to slack off from time to time.
The main reason why Luke and Selina went to the police department now was to familiarize themselves with each other.
People like John and Joe still had to see each other every few days, and couldn't play games like greeting each other.
They were all old-school detectives. It would be very difficult to improve their relationship if they didn't talk dirty, drink a little, and scold their pig superiors.
Of course, everyone was busy.
They met once every three to five days and once every week or two. They could postpone it, but they couldn't miss it.
They had just arrived at the police department today. Luke greeted them, and Selina took out snacks from a box in the trailer and gave them out.
Connie, the blonde beauty, was surprised. She took the paper bag from Selina. "Snacks? You made it yourself? "
It wasn't that she doubted Luke and Selina, but that she had lost hope in the Detective Bureau's traditions.
None of the frontline detectives in the Detective Bureau knew how to make their own snacks and bring them to the police department.
Even if he bought doughnuts, it was only one or two boxes. It was first come, first served.
There were nearly a hundred "gluttonous" detectives in the Detective Bureau. Even the clerks who were skilled didn't dare give out desserts in public, because there were at least a hundred of them.
Even buying doughnuts for free would bankrupt him.
"It's just cupcakes. Selina happens to have a big oven."
He wasn't lying.
Now, making this kind of dessert was similar to washing clothes in a washing machine.
The difference was that the washing machine needed clothes and detergent, while the smart kitchenware only needed to put in enough ingredients. Then, it was all done by pressing a few buttons on the control panel.
When the time was up, hundreds of cupcakes would appear at a time.
Of course, Selina's comment on these "automated snacks" was that they were soulless.
She couldn't explain the exact reason, but as long as she took a bite, she could accurately tell whether Luke had made the cake himself or the smart kitchenware.
However, these mass-produced snacks could be snacks for a certain dog head at home, and could be used as wholesale gifts at the police department.
There was only one word to describe it — easy.
Although there were a lot of people in the Detective Bureau, only fifty to sixty percent of them would come to work in the morning.
Selina wasn't busy distributing the snacks.
Most of them were given to Connie and told her to remind the detectives who came back that they could take a snack. She just had to say that it was from Luke and Selina.
Only a small portion had to be taken by Luke and Selina themselves.
For example, Javier and Ryan, who were yawning non-stop, were a little flustered when they received the cakes that Luke threw at them.
"Eat something before you go to sleep after staying up all night, or you'll easily get gallstones." He reminded the two of them. "One is for your captain. Don't eat it all."
The two of them thanked him with bitter smiles.
Luke looked at them. "What kind of case do you have to stay up all night?"
The two of them looked at each other and hesitated for a moment before saying, "A female college student was killed. Her death is a little strange."
Luke asked, "Does it have anything to do with Miss Lindsay and Monroe?"
This was clearly a lot easier to answer. Javier replied, "Because Lindsay and the victim often volunteered together, and the female college student and Monroe had some interaction."
Luke was stunned. "What interaction?"
The two of them were stumped for a moment, before Ryan said in a low voice, "I heard that the victim did some counseling for Monroe."
Luke looked at their expressions. "Don't tell me the victim's death was a little strange?"
"Ahem." There was a light cough, and the three of them turned their heads.
Javier and Ryan greeted her awkwardly. "Beckett, you're back."
Beckett looked a little tired, and her professional clothes were a little wrinkled. It was clear that she had worked overtime last night and hadn't gone home to change yet.
There were beads of water on her face. She had probably just washed her face.
Luke didn't think much of it. He grabbed the paper bag from Javier and handed it over. "Cupcakes. Everyone gets a share."
Javier looked at his empty hands and didn't dare say anything.
Beckett took the paper bag. She had already seen the cake in Javier's hands, and hadn't forgotten to glance at the coffee table.
Luke shrugged. "I don't deliver coffee. That's too troublesome."
Ryan was much smarter. "Beckett, I'll get you a cup of coffee." He then dragged Javier away.
Whatever the two bigshots wanted to talk about had nothing to do with them.
Unlike what Ryan thought, Beckett actually didn't really care about revealing the case to Luke in private.
Simply put, anything was fine as long as she liked it.
If Ryan had told John about the case, she might not have let him off so easily.
Beckett took out the cake from the paper bag and looked at it. In the end, she couldn't help but take a bite.
It had to be said that even if the automatic cake that Selina mentioned didn't have a soul, its neat and beautiful design would still make many people with OCD choose it.
Luke wasn't in a hurry. He was very free now, and it was normal for him to occasionally pay attention to other people's cases.
The important thing was looks!
Just like how Beckett found him pleasing to the eye, he also found Beckett pleasing to the eye.
If John hadn't been a live target for him back then, Luke wouldn't have treated him so well.
As Beckett ate the cake, she asked, "Where did you buy it? This cake tastes pretty good. I can buy some for breakfast next time. "
Luke said, "It's homemade. If you really want to eat it, you can get it from Connie. I keep a lot there."
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