1208: Professional Clean-up and a Gathering of “Best Friends”

Professional Clean-up and a Gathering of “Best Friends”

Thinking that, Luke quickly stripped Farby of his T-shirt, which had a gash in it, and washed away the blood on Farby's body.

The wound was healing at a visible rate.

Throwing the hoodlums into a stairwell in an apartment building not far away, Luke waited until the injury on Farby had basically disappeared before he put a cheap T-shirt on the guy.

After everything was done, he took off his uniform and put it away, before he walked out of the alley and returned to the venue.

Few people noticed Luke's return.

Except for the panic-stricken guard at the back door who was worried about his job, most people didn't know that he was a detective at all, much less that he had left and returned.

He found Selina, who was explaining the follow-up procedure for the case to the person in charge. He nodded at the person in charge, and Selina immediately ended the conversation and left.

The person in charge had been astonished at the contrast between Selina's appearance and her job. He vaguely felt that this female detective could actually become a model.

It was a pity that there basically weren't any professional models who debuted in their twenties; it would still have been possible if it was a celebrity switching careers.

In the end, an even younger but equally good-looking male detective had shown up and called the female detective away.

The person in charge thought that if this young man worked a little harder, then perhaps… Wait, he was a detective?

The person in charge, who had seen much of the world, was stunned.

The boy looked mature, but it was the same with many male models.

However, he could tell at a glance that this was a young man who wasn't even 20 years old, yet he was actually a detective.

The man couldn't help but recall how Selina had introduced herself at the beginning, as a detective from NYPD HQ's Detective Bureau.

The person in charge scratched his head. Are you kidding me? Since when did NYPD use child labor? Were there so few young people who were willing to be police officers these days?

Thinking that, he sighed. That might really be the case.

Law and order in New York had been deteriorating in the last few years, and there had been a lot of major incidents recently.

He heard that the police department was already trying out a new recruitment policy. Anyone who graduated from the police academy at the age of eighteen could already take active duty.

Not as applicants, but as official police officers.

The minimum age requirement was 18, so applicants wouldn't have graduated from college yet.

In other words, you no longer needed a university degree in order to work at NYPD.

This young man was probably cannon fodder who had been recruited in this situation! The person in charge could only think this way.

Otherwise, he couldn't understand why a young man who wasn't even 20 could enter the Detective Bureau, which was in charge of major cases.

On the other side, Luke and Selina returned to the police department.

Even after nine in the evening, Elizabeth still hadn't gotten off work.

That was because the head of her department had been working overtime recently.

Since Luke had given her a call today, he could check her progress on the case as well as check up on this "first disciple."

At the police department, he took out two pastries from the food box and brought them upstairs.

Before he went to Elizabeth, he passed Elsa's desk and gave the iron lady, who was also working overtime, one of the pastries.

Exhausted, Elsa accepted the late-night snack with a smile, but Luke stopped her when she was about to get some coffee for herself. "It's fine if you put on some weight since you're not fat now anyway, but you'll get wrinkles if you stay up late."

Elsa leaned back and said, "Fine, thank you for your concern. Someone hasn't been giving me any snacks recently, so I really can't put on weight."

Luke chuckled. "Even if you're about to be promoted, don't work too hard."

Elsa said, "Isn't it important to work hard before you get promoted?"

Luke found that odd. "Shouldn't you conserve your strength to deal with the pressure of a promotion? If you work yourself to the bone now, aren't you afraid that someone else will benefit after you get promoted?"

Elsa rolled her eyes and was lost for words.

Resigned to her fate, she stood up and stuffed the case files into her bag, and Selina helped her get her coat.

Taking a bite of her souffle, Elsa said, "Let's go. I want to see how you'll convince Elizabeth to get off work."

Luke chuckled.

The three of them weren't in a hurry as they chatted on their way to see Elizabeth.

As a new team captain, Elizabeth had a separate office.

In that regard, she was ahead of Elsa and Luke, who had never had an office to themselves.

Under Elsa and Selina's gazes, Luke simply stuck his head into the office and said, "Ten minutes. Let's have supper at my place."

Elizabeth, who had been busy, nodded with a smile. She finished her work in five minutes and stood up. "Okay, let's go."

Elsa's face changed. "I asked you a few days ago when you would be free to come shopping with me for some new clothes for spring. Didn't you say you were too busy with work lately?"

Elizabeth chuckled. "That's right. I'm free now, but those fashion stores aren't open at night."

Elsa snorted and pointed at her to indicate she would remember this.

They laughed as they went to the parking lot.

Elsa wasn't really angry.

"Best friends" worked differently for everyone.

Some were willing to go shopping together, but it was also common for some to be reluctant.

Good friends could go to parties or travel together, but weren't inseparable.

There was also no such thing as not being "a good sister" for not wanting to do something.

Elsa also knew that the main point was that it was Luke who had spoken up.

Both she and Elizabeth would tell themselves, "In any case, the work never ends. A night off will be good."

Luke was just giving them an excuse to take a break.

After all, it was very rare for this guy to invite them over as guests.

The four of them returned to Clinton, and Luke went to make supper.

Selina and the other two women started chatting.

The first thing they talked about was the theft of the Givenchy jewels tonight.

Even Selina, the biggest slacker among the three women, had already worked many cases, to say nothing of Elsa, who had been in this line of work for almost ten years.1

After Elizabeth gave them the preliminary information, they started analyzing it logically.

But they were all lying lazily on the couch.

If they had ideas, they would speak up; if they didn't, they would listen to someone else. Cracking the case wasn't the main point; it was just a topic of conversation.

After Selina told them about the models and the new line of clothes, the case was completely thrown to the side, and fashion became the main topic of conversation.

As they chatted, the three girls sip their iced wine from time to time; it was far more relaxing than drinking outside.

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