Chapter 963: What On Earth Is the Problem?
Luke sent two text messages. “We have a specific supplier for meat and seafood.”
Selina asked, “What?”
“Molly Johnson. The girl from the high school diving team. Her father, Richard Johnson. Do you remember him?” Luke asked casually.
Naturally, Selina remembered Molly’s case; it was through her that they had discovered that pervert, Kilgrave.
In her fury, Selina had practically folded that psycho in half.
“Richard runs a seafood operation in Boston. He’s a direct supplier of major restaurants in New York, and has to deliver a few trucks’ worth of goods every day. The ingredients are definitely fresh,” he said. “So, I just need to send a message to the person in charge of the cold storage to prepare the goods, and then have someone go get them.”
Selina nodded.
They always paid for their orders, which wasn’t a loss to Richard. At most, the people at the cold storage just needed to do a little more work.
Richard, whose daughter had been saved, certainly wouldn’t refuse such a small request which cost him nothing.
“Shall I go get it?” Selina asked.
Luke shook his head. “Our meat supplier will help. Foggy’s parents and brother run a butcher’s shop in the Clinton area. I’ve already talked to them, and we’ll order from them directly. His brother will also help us get the seafood from the cold storage. You just need to drop by their shop on the way home.”
Selina was dumbfounded. “When did you set this up? Why don’t I know about it?”
Luke couldn’t help but sigh. “How many times do you go out to buy seafood and meat on your own? What’s the point of telling you this?”
Selina chuckled.
Most of the time, she followed Luke to buy seafood and meat.
It wasn’t that she was lazy, but that she wasn’t confident in her taste and bargaining skills.
She still remembered the expensive king crabs sold by the Chinese boss at the San Gabriel Valley seafood market in Los Angeles.
She wasn’t short of money, but she had been taught since young not to be swindled; it was best to leave this to the professional.
Naturally, Luke was the professional.
Actually, Luke wasn’t good at bargaining.
In his previous life, the supermarket was his favorite place to buy things. He picked up his items, scanned them, paid and left. Any discounts were marked on the price tag, and he didn’t need to argue with anyone.
Now, even without using Mental Communication or 40 Mental Strength, he could still feel out the bottom line of most bosses based on basic psychology.
Thus, he had become Selina’s best bargaining chip.
But Luke couldn’t be bothered with that small amount of money.
He had ordered all the good meat from Foggy’s family’s shop. The price was already high, and he was even paying 10% more than the market price.
Thus, it was only reasonable for Foggy’s brother to help him bring the seafood back when he was picking up the goods, since it meant that Luke had already paid a tip in advance.
Money in exchange for time was basically instinct for Luke.
If it was something that could be solved with a small amount of money, there was no need to save it.
He had just spent five million last night for someone to lure in the monsters so that he could earn some experience and credit points. Today, he spent two hundred dollars to save himself the trouble of running around.
Seeing Selina go off happily to round up the ingredients for dinner, Luke sighed, and then entered the interrogation room.
It was better for him to deal with this mess today.
Selina usually took on most of the meaningless yet necessary conversations.
For example, if a colleague came over to say hi, Luke would return the greeting, but wouldn’t deliberately make conversation.
When interrogating eyewitnesses, for example, some of them were important and some not, and some people were long-winded and some not. Luke would question important eyewitnesses, while Selina would deal with the less important or long-winded ones.
Consoling victims or calming kids down were also things that weren’t useful to a case, but which needed to be handled nonetheless, and it was Selina who basically dealt with all that.
If Luke had a partner like John, Luke would be the one doing all that, but he hated this sort of thing the most.
Thus, it was really hard to meet a relaxed partner who didn’t have any complaints.
Luke could say that there wasn’t anyone else in the police department who would make a suitable partner.
It wasn’t that they weren’t willing to do all the minor things, but that they would fight with him over the important things.
This was unavoidable for most detectives.
Selina, on the other hand, didn’t lack money. She didn’t have a low position, and she basically didn’t have any career ambitions. Most of her focus was on training, beating up people, and eating after work.
This was the best a.s.sistant whom Luke had groomed for over a year.
If he had to find a replacement for Selina in the police department, Elizabeth might be able to play half of Selina’s role.
As for other things… Luke couldn’t help but shake his head.
It was really hard to find someone he felt at ease sharing things with, even if it was only a small portion.
However, there was already a way to deal with the biggest problem with this matter, but he needed more time to verify his thoughts.
Javier and Ryan were standing at the door to the interrogation room. When they saw Luke, they straightened up.
Luke asked, “How’s it going?”
The two of them smiled bitterly. “If this goes on, we might be here all day and still not ask any of our questions.”
Luke shrugged. “Look on the bright side.”
They found that odd. “What bright side?”
Luke said, “At the very least, they’re my problem first before they’re yours. If I can solve their problem, yours won’t be too big.”
Both of them were dumbfounded and couldn’t wrap their heads around it for a moment. Then, what on earth is the problem? And whose problem is it?
Luke, on the other hand, had already opened the door to the interrogation room, and was greeted by a wave of noise.
It was similar to what happened in the exhibition hall earlier. It was still a family of three, parents versus daughter.
Monroe, one of the main leads, continued to sit there in a daze, as if the three people arguing in the room didn’t exist.
As for the beautiful detective with her arms crossed, she was also ignored.
The three people who were arguing seemed to have reached the climax, and didn’t notice Luke at all.
Luke asked in a very soft voice, “How’s it going?”
Beckett’s gentle lips curved up, but she clearly wasn’t happy. “It’s troublesome.”
Luke didn’t think much of it. “I heard that even John and Joe didn’t want to take this case. There’s no way it wouldn’t be troublesome.”
Beckett nodded slightly. “What should we do? Need my help?”
She was a woman, after all, and should be more suitable as a mediator than Luke in this family conflict.
Luke shook his head. “Not for now. Let’s wait.”
Beckett: “Huh?”
Luke said, “They can carry on like this for another twenty minutes at most. They’ll have to take a break for some water then.”
Beckett: “…”
That was indeed one way to solve the problem.
Their mouths would turn dry from arguing. Naturally, they wouldn’t be able to continue making noise.