Obviously, Elsa's plan was that if the situation was right, she and Luke would stop the long legs and then hand over the stolen money and the long legs to the New York Police Department.
However, isn't this too much of an embarrassment to the New York Police Department
The two men came to assist the New York Police Department in their investigation, but in the end they finished handling the case for the New York Police Department and then asked the New York Police Department to clean up the mess. This could be a huge leak if not handled properly.
But Elsa was obviously moved.
She is a woman with a strong sense of career and an even stronger desire for control.
After being left alone by the New York Police Department for a week, I'm already getting impatient.
If it were any other time, she would have to endure it, because when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
But now Luke has found her a big bargaining chip, which may bring all the control of the Sergei case back to the hands of the West District Police Department of Los Angeles. How can she not be tempted
Elsa laughed: "Do you think I am you? We also know a little about your situation in Houston. Do you still remember how your former boss confronted you?"
Luke groaned and smiled bitterly: "I didn't do it on purpose. If the case came to me, could I just stand there and let the criminals beat me to death?"
Elsa chuckled. "Yes, you are right, and I will never make a mistake. I will tell Dustin about this. If he disagrees, we will just be spectators. If he agrees, what are you afraid of? Even if the New York Police Department is unhappy with you, can it still order our chief to fire you?"
Luke understood immediately.
Elsa did not do this case secretly on her own, but asked Dustin to seek the consent of the West District Chief.
The director agreed. Even if the job was not done well, at most they would be demoted on the surface, but nothing would really happen to them. They would be promoted again after a while.
This is how local police departments in the United States protect their own people.
Even if our own people are transferred due to external pressure, they will be transferred back after the storm has passed.
If we don't do this, who among the police officers below will work for the higher-ups
Thinking of this, Luke agreed to Elsa's suggestion and watched her go to make the phone call.
This was different from what he had done in Houston.
As long as the West District Police Department agrees, they will be ordered to fight for the interests of the Los Angeles Police Department, and everyone from the Chief to Dustin must support them.
After finishing lunch at her desk at noon, Elsa finally got Dustin's approval: "Okay. Keep an eye on the bank robbers and be ready to take action at any time. The director is already negotiating with them. I will notify you immediately if there is any confirmation."
Elsa's face was full of excitement: "Okay, boss. Thank you."
Dustin chuckled. "Why are you thanking me? This is official business. Of course I have to cooperate with you. Do a good job this time and don't let me down."
Elsa: "Yes, Boss."
After hanging up the phone, she looked at the bored Luke and said, "Why are you still being lazy? Hurry up and keep an eye on those long legs."
Luke: “What about you?”
Elsa: "Of course I have to be here, otherwise Belit will definitely be suspicious. Once you determine the time when those long-legged people will start to retreat, I will go out with you to stop them."
Luke: "I have another question."
Elsa: "Speak."
Luke: "Don't forget, those women are great drivers. If they run away, you don't plan to let me chase them on a second-hand bicycle, do you? They are super racers who can make twenty or thirty police cars run around in New York City."
Elsa frowned: "What do you want to say?"
Luke chuckled, "Go check what happened to Belle's car. I found her car missing yesterday, and it was mixed with a NYPD policeman."
Elsa: "Are you really interested in her? Be careful or I'll tell Jesse."
Luke rolled his eyes, "Come on, Jesse, look at that look. He said this morning that there was a problem between you and me!"
Elsa was furious and said, "Get lost!"
Luke shrugged and rode out on his bike.
Since Elsa is going to intervene in this case, he must make some preparations.
Forget about those long-legged people, but I must not let that money get away.
It would be better to go buy some more things to deal with the car more safely.
As for helping Bell, it was just because I thought she was a nice person and wanted to help her.
If he placed all his hopes on a taxi driver, then his detective system would be wasted.
I went to that second-hand electronics store again and bought a bunch of cheap stuff from the black owner.
Luke looked at the boss and couldn't help asking, "Do you... have any long-lost brothers? I feel like I've seen you like this somewhere."
The black boss curled his lips and glared at him, looking very scary: "Boy, are you mocking me in your heart? Are you still calling me a nigger? I hate racist people like you the most. I open a shop and make money honestly based on my ability. Why do you look down on me?"
Luke groaned and raised his hand to indicate the dollar in his hand: "I look down on you, so why did I come all the way to buy things from you? I really don't mean to mock you, but I really think you look familiar. Besides, you can't discriminate against me just because I'm white."
The black boss was stunned: "What? Ex-me?! I discriminated against you?"
Luke spread his hands: "Because I'm white and I thought you looked familiar and asked a question, you said I was racist. Isn't that discrimination against me?"
The black boss was confused, and after a moment he said angrily: "The total cost is two hundred and thirty-seven dollars. I'll charge you two hundred and forty dollars. Pay!"
Luke: “… You’re so cruel!” He counted out two hundred and forty dollars, slapped them on the counter, and walked out with his bag full of odds and ends.
The black boss took the money with a snort, then took off his tortoise-shell glasses and wiped them: "You have a long-lost brother! I am the only boy in my family. Do I look alike to my sister?"
Well, his two sisters were now heavyweights weighing over 200 pounds, and he didn't want to become like that at all.
After Luke left the second-hand store, he didn't think much about the black owner and just asked casually.
Back at the apartment, I sniffed the garage on the first floor again, but Bell's beloved taxi was still not there.
Luke thought for a moment and called her: "Hey, Belle, where's your baby? ... Your sweetheart came to complain this morning, saying that you don't care about him anymore. ... You let him die? I'll tell Jesse later. ... No need? Okay, Belle, I may have to chase a group of people in a day or two, so where is your car? Uh, in the Queens Transportation Authority? ... I'll go ask for you. By the way, I saw your sweetheart this morning, and he looked as stinky as a piece of shit."
After hanging up the phone, Luke shook his head.