Elsa realized that Luke was a regular customer at this place and that he wasn’t short of money.
Few American restaurants had private rooms. What Luke described as a separate dining room was rare, too.
It was possible to enjoy better service at a higher service fee, like the different classes on a plane.
However, restaurants weren’t expected to provide ‘private rooms,’ which would be discriminatory and unfair to the other customers.
Donald had never eaten here before, so Elsa helped him order.
Luke, on the other hand, ordered for Selina. After all, he could always finish the food that she didn’t like.
If Luke was full, he could still pack up the food for Dustin.
After the food was served, they stopped talking and ate first.
It wasn’t until they were full that they chatted over their drinks.
Neither of the two parties planned to keep their cases confidential, since it appeared that they would be dropping both cases soon. Hopefully, they might uncover more clues by talking to each other.
After all, the two cases had a lot in common.
For example, Margaret and the girl who died of a drug overdose were both USC students, although they didn’t know each other.
Also, the apartment building that the girl died in used to belong to William Johnson, who was notorious among the tenants.
This gave Donald a new lead to work on, but Elsa and Luke still had nothing to work with.
They packed up the food that they didn’t finish and said goodbye to each other.
Donald and Selina were going to investigate the apartment building, since the girl’s death looked like it could have been William’s way of driving the tenants away.
Elsa and Luke returned to the police department to check for updates on their case.
Elsa also offered the extra food to poor Dustin. It was already past one, but Dustin probably hadn’t had lunch yet.
She was amused at herself when she delivered the food to Dustin.
She had never been such an ass-kisser before. She was close to Dustin, but it was only about work. After all, she wasn’t a gentle and considerate woman.
But after Luke became her partner, she somehow became a regular food supplier. It was rather unreal.
Elsa and Luke remained in the police department in the afternoon.
They discussed the case as they looked for information.
But it wasn’t long before they shook their heads.
Too many people wanted William Johnson dead.
From civilians to gangsters to competitive real estate groups, it was too easy to put together a list of dozens of suspects who could’ve attacked him, not even counting the ones underground.
Only God knew how many evil things William Johnson had done in secret, and how many enemies he had made.
However, Elsa and Luke felt that this might be a hate crime.
According to the two high-class escorts who had been with William when he was killed, someone flew over the car’s sunroof and shot him in the head.
This piece of intelligence was hard to believe, but it was still noted down as both escorts claimed the same thing, and William had truly been shot in the head instead of his face.
However… flying over a car going at eighty kilometers an hour and shooting William in the head through the open sunroof?
It was surreal!
Elsa found it hard to believe, but Luke thought otherwise.
Ordinary people couldn’t do it, but what about those humans with supernatural abilities?
Luke was determined to talk Elsa into giving up this case since supernatural powers might be involved.
The criminal was undoubtedly decisive and ruthless, to blow up William Johnson’s head like that. What if Elsa’s head was blown up too if she found something?
As Luke’s future boss, Elsa was very important for his future as a police detective.
She would allow Luke to do anything he wanted as long as he was efficient in solving cases.
Luke could then spend most of his time as a vigilante while using the intelligence he obtained from the police department.
A new boss who wanted him around every day would be wasting his time.
While he was busy at work, Luke’s phone suddenly rang.
His expression immediately changed.
He had set up a few special ringtones on his phone, and the current ringtone meant that Selina was in grave danger and asking for help.
Putting in an earpiece, he quickly pressed the play button for a message recording that Selina had sent.
Selina said hastily, “We’re in William Johnson’s apartment building. There’s a terrifying shooter here. Help!”
Luke grabbed his keys and started running.
Elsa was stunned. “What are you doing?”
Luke said, “Selina ran into a tough shooter in William’s apartment building.”
Surprised, Elsa followed him after a short pause.
While it didn’t look like it was her business, the odd case that had taken place in William Johnson’s apartment building might be related to his death.
Elsa and Luke both knew the address of the apartment building. They had just talked to Donald during lunch.
Luke got into his police car and rushed out of the parking lot.
He couldn’t feel any more lucky that he had learned Elementary Driving.
Turning on the siren, he raced down the street.
The apartment building wasn’t far from the police department, and Luke arrived seven minutes later.
He turned off the siren but kept the lights on, before he quickly charged into the building.
He then headed for Selina’s location.
Luke had put a tracker on Selina, not to monitor her, but to locate her in an emergency
But he didn’t need the tracker – he could already hear gunshots. It wasn’t a very intense exchange, but they burst out at regular intervals.
Activating Sharp Nose, Luke realized that things weren’t looking good.
The scent of Donald’s blood was in the air.
Luke soon climbed to the fourth floor. He took out his pistol.
Bang! Bang!
Shooting twice without any hesitation, he forced the person who had been looking out over the stairs to retreat.
But Luke didn’t relax at all, and was even more alarmed.