Chapter 338 I Just Want An Answer
It was true that this clinic was licensed, but it remained to be seen how many custors in this place were willing to be interrogated by the police.
“Ah! Oh! Huh!” The door to the first room was open.
Unperturbed, the young woman said, “This is jiu-jitsu training to reduce stress.”
“Co on, baby!” Slapping sounds rang out from the second open room.
The young woman said earnestly, “That’s whipping therapy, which is quite expensive.”
Luke found that odd. “Do you serve female clients too?”
The young woman imdiately realized his aning. “No, the custors are n.”
Luke was rendered speechless.
It might be against the law if a male custor whipped a female therapist, but if he was paying her to whip him... that seed to be within the law?
Selina was shocked but didn’t say anything.
They reached a room at the end of the hallway on the second floor, which had an image of the queen of hearts on the door.
The young woman knocked on the door. “Miss Donna, could you co out for a second?”
A mont later, a woman replied, “Please wait a mont.”
Luke raised an eyebrow.
There was the vague hint of an accent in the voice, and it sounded exotic, like whispers late at night.
Her voice reminded Luke of Vanessa, the long-legged woman with electrifying eyes.
Of course, it wasn’t her, but the woman’s voice had the sa allure.
Luke chuckled and patted the young woman’s shoulder. “You can go now. I don’t think you’ll be interested in what happens next, right?”
After a brief hesitation, the woman went downstairs, but didn’t forget to add, “We have a proper license, so don’t ss around, alright?”
Luke nodded wordlessly; while the woman had started off sounding righteous, she trailed off into a gentle plea... maybe it was an occupational disease.
After the woman disappeared down the stairs, the door of the room finally opened with a click.
Luke gave a few hand signals, and Selina dutifully stayed back and hid behind the door of another room.
Luke smiled at the woman at the door.
She had long, straight, black hair and large, slanted eyes which made her look a little like a fox.
Her lips were plump and attractive.
She asked, “Are you... here for therapy?”
Luke didn’t look like most of the custors who ca to her for therapy.
Luke smiled slightly and sized her up for a mont. “No, Miss Donna, I’m here for Mr. Smith.”
The woman was stumped for a mont. “What Smith?”
Luke chuckled. “The man who’s hiding behind the clothes rack next to the door with a gun in his right hand and a baby in his left hand. He’s a middle-aged white male with stubble, 6 feet 2 in height, and wearing a black jacket and a pair of jeans. Need I go on, Mr. Smith?”
Luke looked in a certain direction, as if he could see through the wall.
The woman at the door was stupefied. She opened her mouth, but didn’t seem to know what to say.
Luke glanced at her and sighed inwardly; the woman crushed Selina in every aspect!
She was wearing a dark red bondage outfit, which set off her breasts magnificently, black silk stockings, and a pair of knee-high boots.
Wow. What a professional therapist!
As the random thoughts crossed his mind, nobody said anything in the room.
Luke said to Miss Donna directly, “Can I ask you a few questions?”
Miss Donna subconsciously nodded under Luke’s gaze.
The young man seed friendly, but as a “special” therapist, she vaguely sensed an air about Luke that was hard to describe and at odds with his appearance.
“Then please talk to my partner over there, will you?” He gestured to Selina behind him to take Donna away.
Watching Miss Donna leave, Luke continued peaceably, “Mr. Smith, you had a chance to shoot us in the park, but you didn’t. So, I think we can talk.”
After another brief silence, the man in the room finally said in a low voice, “What do you want to talk about?”
Luke said, “The baby! Because of him, I killed five ard criminals in the park, and they shot an innocent woman, who’s now in the hospital. I think I deserve to know the reason for all of this.”
“Hehe. You’re a police officer.” The man chuckled but didn’t sound happy.
Luke said, “What’s the problem? I’m sure you saw my badge in the park.”
“Then this isn’t sothing you can take care of,” the man said. “You should go now.”
Luke narrowed his eyes. The police couldn’t take care of it?
“I haven’t received an order to stay away from this case yet,” Luke replied calmly.
There was a low sneer in the man’s voice. “A pregnant woman and more than twenty ard gang mbers died in an abandoned factory last night. Have you seen the news? No? I think you’ll receive a call soon.”
At that very mont, Luke’s phone rang. He looked at his phone and picked up the call. “What’s wrong?”
A mont later, Luke hung up with a cold expression. Pondering for a mont, he walked into the room and closed the door.
Turning to look to his side, Luke chuckled. “Mr. Smith, it seems that you’re right. I was just told that the case has been transferred.”Next to the door was a tall man who was holding a gun, but he didn’t have it raised.
This Mr. Smith smiled when he heard that. “So, I guessed right, but that doesn’t make happy.”
Luke observed the tall man for a mont before he said, “ neither. Let ask you sothing. You must need money, and maybe weapons too, right?” Smith narrowed his eyes. “What are you getting at?”
Luke told him an address and then took out a wad of cash from his pocket.
“There are a few guns in the basent of that abandoned factory. You can have them since I won’t be using them. As for this...” He threw the money onto the bed. “Consider it a reward!”
Smith frowned. “What do you an?”
Luke kept smiling. “I’m a curious man, so when you find the answer, do let know.”
Although he was smiling, there was no emotion in his eyes.
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