North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 244 164: The Disappearance Case (Extra for the Allia

"What case?" Dean asked curiously, looking at the utterly dejected Harry.

Harry spread his hands. "A missing person case. Her brother has been missing for two days. The officers in the jurisdiction looked into it but didn't take it seriously. Which is actually quite normal. Dean, as you know, kids from most Black families are rebellious. Smoking, drinking, using marijuana, and not coming ho at night are common during the teenage years of many Black children. So the local patrol officers didn't pay much attention to it. But that crazy woman kept saying her brother had been murdered."

At this point, Harry, regardless of being in a hospital room, took out a cigarette, tossed one to Dean, took a couple of somber puffs, and then continued, "If it were just a missing persons case, for the sake of the child, I'd be willing to help. But she's insisting that this little note she has proves it's a murder case. How am I supposed to deal with that? And the key point is, the case isn't even in our jurisdiction. Even if I wanted to get involved, there's nothing I can do!"

Dean could tell Harry was only acting like this because he suddenly had a child, and it had left him all over the place. Any jerk who finds out he's hit the mark behaves pretty much like him: confused, scared, and at a loss... in short, his mind is a complete ss.

"Buddy, you're not really torn up about the case; you're upset about the kid!" Dean said, piercing through Harry's disguise with a single comnt.

Harry looked at Dean blankly, smoke snorting uncontrollably from his nostrils, as if to affirm Dean's guess.

Seeing this, Dean grinned. "Looks like I'm right."

L3's Mind Reading Technique is just aweso! For minor characters like him, trying to lie in front of is just asking for trouble.

"COUGH COUGH!" Harry ca back to his senses and tossed away the cigarette butt. "Buddy, sotis I really suspect you have mind-reading powers. Though I hate to admit it, I am indeed torn up about the kid. I never planned to have kids before I was thirty. This is a disaster!"

Actually, Harry's reaction wasn't that of a jerk; it showed he had seriously considered taking responsibility, which was quite comndable. Most Black n take a very casual approach to having children. In the United States, aside from so well-off Black families, too many children from lower-class Black families don't know their fathers, or knowing doesn't make a difference. This is due to so unntionable reasons and also related to past policies in the United States. Black won raising children on their own receive a fair amount of governnt subsidies, making it a lot easier than two poor people raising a child together. This has led to irresponsible behavior among Black n becoming normalized, even a 'tradition' in lower-class Black families.

But all this only made Dean want to laugh; it didn't stir a shred of sympathy in him. That damn scumbag Harry! If you're going to ss around, you should be prepared to fall into a pit. Still, as his brother, I have to offer so comfort.

Dean suppressed the smirk at the corner of his mouth and said earnestly, "Harry, are you sure that woman is just looking for help to solve the case and not coming after you for child support?"

Harry nodded. "The child's already one year old. I've seen her; she's adorable and well taken care of. I guess she really had nowhere else to turn and thought of as a last resort."

"How did she reach you?"

"Phone..."

"Buddy, forget about the child. No one has a one-night stand and still knows the other person's phone number. You've been used for stud service!" Dean's cheeks twitched as he struggled to hold back his laughter.

Harry, realizing what Dean ant, looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. "FK, are you saying that woman slept with just to get pregnant? That she actually knows a lot about and has been watching this whole ti?"

"HAHAHA!" Dean finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. "Yes! So don't overthink it. Tell about the case; I'm more interested in that."

As a high-quality Black male, Harry had wanted to take responsibility. But realizing he was only a tool and didn't even have the right to do so, he felt his self-esteem take a hit.

He dejectedly pulled out his phone and typed in a string of numbers. "You contact her yourself. I just want to be alone."

Leaving a crestfallen Harry in the hospital room, Dean took the phone out to the corridor and made the call.

"Harry, you've agreed to help ?"

As soon as the call connected, an anxious and helpless female voice ca from the other end. Besides the woman's voice, Dean could faintly hear a child crying.

He quickly said, "I'm Harry's friend and also a captain in the detective bureau. I'm interested in your brother's case. If you're willing, you can co to Maria Hospital, room XXX, to find ."

"A captain?" The woman was stunned for a mont, then exclaid with joy, "No problem, I'll be right there!"

「Half an hour later.」

A Black woman, holding a little girl, rushed to the floor where Dean's hospital room was located. A group of nurses thought it was just a wife bringing her child to see the father, so they didn't pay much attention. But when one young nurse saw the woman with the child heading straight for Dean's hospital room, the nurses' station erupted!

"My God, that can't be Captain Dean's child, can it!" one of the young nurses exclaid.

"Let's go see!"

A group of idle young nurses from the station, fueled by gossip, followed.

Just as they reached the door, they heard the woman who had just entered angrily scold, "Get away! Don't touch my child!"

It turned out that Harry, seeing his daughter with red, swollen eyes, had been driven by their blood connection to try and play with her, only to end up with egg on his face.