Early morning, detective bureau.
Luke walked into the Robbery and Murder Departnt office, greeting everyone, "Hey guys, good morning."
"Captain, great to see you." Little Black bent over, with one hand on the table, waved to Luke with the other hand.
"What happened while I was away? Did you get hurt?"
"Hemorrhoids, my hemorrhoids are acting up." Little Black waved his hand as if he didn't want to talk more, "What's in the bag you're holding?"
Luke placed the bag on the table, "Brought you so food, wife cakes."
"What? Did I hear wrong, wife cakes?"
"You heard right, they're indeed called wife cakes, a specialty snack from China."
Little Black, being nearby, grabbed one and took a bite, "Very soft and tender, there's filling inside... is it red bean paste?"
Luke smiled without saying a word.
The deputy captain also ca over and took a piece, putting it in his mouth, "I suggest you not only check your butt, better check your mouth too, this clearly tastes like milk."
Jackson said, "The one I ate tastes like coconut."
Jenny nodded, "Mine is salty, I like this flavor."
Luke laughed, "You're all not wrong, wife cakes co in many flavors."
Others curiously gathered around to taste, Matthew ate a piece, gave a thumbs up, "This tastes great, just the right sweetness, better than donuts." Seeing the deputy captain glare at him, Matthew quickly said, "Captain, do you have a mont? I want to show you sothing."
"Of course."
Luke followed Matthew to his computer desk.
Matthew turned on the computer screen and opened a photo editing software, saying, "Last ti, during the terrorist attack investigation, we successfully stopped the terror attack on the city governnt. The police departnt is preparing to award us a commorative design handgun, seeking our design opinions.
What do you think?"
Luke stared at the screen, it was a classic Colt police revolver, 9mm bullets, about 182mm long, six-round capacity, silver gun body, wooden handle, with so letters and special patterns engraved on the gun body, representing the reason for customizing this handgun.
Due to performance reasons, fewer police use revolvers, but the revolver is still one of the most classic handguns.
Since it's a commorative handgun, it definitely won't be used daily. This handgun has good stability, making it very suitable for collection.
"Nice, I like it, just go with this."
"OK, I'll send it to the logistics departnt as soon as possible."
"Thanks for your hard work." Luke patted his shoulder and returned to his office.
Having not been around for so days, Luke tidied up a bit, made himself a cup of coffee, and sat in his comfortable office chair.
He's already negotiated with the Zhang brothers, there's not much problem on David's side, but still needs to talk with him personally, like the issue of acquiring a 20% stake for two hundred thousand US Dollars.
Each of them holds 10% equity, each needs to put in one hundred thousand US Dollars. If David can't manage, Luke will cover it for him, of course, this matter needs to be made clear in advance, as it's not a small sum.
Luke hadn't been to the Robbery and Murder Departnt office for so days, so docunts were waiting for his signature and handling.
In the afternoon, he also attended a departntal eting, and spent so ti in Reid's office.
After work, he arranged to have dinner with David, and they t in the parking lot.
David walked into the parking lot with a backpack, greeting, "Buddy, you haven't been around for a while."
"Yes, after finishing the terrorist case, I took so ti off.
What do you want for dinner?"
"I know a good steakhouse, it's quite quiet."
"Lead the way." No sooner than Luke had spoken, his phone rang, "Ring ring..."
He pressed the answer button, "This is Luke."
Reid's voice ca from the phone, "Don't tell , you're off work already."
"Of course not, I'm still at the station."
"There's a new case.
A policewoman has just been murdered."
"OK, I'll be back at the office right away." Luke hung up the phone and said to David, "Sorry buddy, can't have dinner with you, sothing urgent has co up."
"Need any help?"
"I'll let you know if needed, keep in touch by phone." With that, Luke hurried toward the office building.
...
Goldwin Community.
A two-story gray villa was surrounded by police cars, with several patrol officers maintaining order around.
Luke stepped out of the police car, observing the crowd around.
A middle-aged, pot-bellied black patrol officer ca over, greeting, "Captain Lee, I'm Evans.
At six in the afternoon, my partner and I received a call from the headquarters while patrolling nearby, saying there was a ho invasion and murder case here, we arrived at the scene imdiately.
The victim is a female prison guard nad Latifa Gallo, the informant is her daughter." Evans pointed to a blood-soaked girl in the yard, "She's terrified, this isn't sothing a child her age should experience."
Luke scrutinized the girl in the yard, a white girl, looking about twelve or thirteen, with brown locks, her tear-streaked face blurred, her clothes stained with blood, most likely her mother's.
Beside the girl stood a white man in his thirties, of dium build, wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, whispering comfortingly beside her.
Luke walked into the yard and asked the white man, "Sir, what's your na?"
"I'm Alec Wyatt." The white man glanced at the house, "I'm Latifa Gallo's husband."
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