The middle-aged man raised his hand and gestured with the gloves in his hand: "At work, there is no need to shake hands. I am Grayson, and I am here to help temporarily."
Luke: "Hi, Grayson. You have the same last name as someone I know."
Grayson tilted his head: "Huh? Who is it?"
Luke didn't care and said casually: "Robert Grayson is... my adoptive father."
Grayson's eyes moved: "From Texas?"
Luke groaned, "Do you know him?"
Grayson's face was calm: "If it's the guy from Shackelford, then I should know him."
Looking at Luke again, his expression became subtle: "Luke Coulson? Eighteen years old, and if I remember correctly, you should have been in the Houston West Police Department a few months ago, right?"
Luke was a little confused: "Huh? You are..."
Grayson smiled again, his originally serious face was like thawing ice, full of the charm of a mature and intellectual man: "Gilbert Grayson! Robert's cousin, so you can call me uncle. Of course, it's better to call me Gil, or Grayson, that way I'm more accustomed to it."
Luke: "...Okay, Uncle Grayson." What the hell is this? When did Robert have a cousin? Why have I never heard him mention him
Grayson shrugged: "Okay, I'll work first. Contact me later?" He made a phone gesture.
What could Luke do? He could only nod and agree.
Elsa was also a little surprised when she heard that Luke was going to meet with that Grayson later.
But after looking at the middle-aged man, she nodded and said, "To be honest, you and he do have a similar temperament. Um... okay, but he is more handsome than you."
Luke: ...I'll be that handsome soon!
The forensic work went very quickly, mainly because the target Luke pointed out to them was very clear.
Grayson is responsible for several key locations, and the other forensics personnel will be responsible for the rest of the work.
An hour later, Luke left in Grayson's car.
His assigned car has not been issued yet, and the second-hand Ford has been given to Selina. Now he is riding on Elsa's assigned car.
Grayson put on a pair of thin frameless glasses and looked at Luke carefully. "Although you don't wear any valuable accessories, not even a watch, your clothes are not cheap, handmade, at least two thousand dollars a set. The socks you wear are very ordinary, Nike? Haha. You are financially well-off, but you don't have a car?"
Luke shrugged. "I have a car, but my partner likes to drive herself and often discuss the case in the car. So, I always take her car."
Grayson nodded slightly and started the car. "Where are we going for lunch? I'm not busy this time, so I can just chat with you."
Luke thought for a moment and said, "Why not... go to my house? I can cook."
Grayson showed a little interest: "Oh, how to go?"
Luke casually took out his cell phone, operated it for a few times, and then placed the phone next to Grayson's steering wheel.
"Destination, 1033 Gary Avenue, Westwood District, distance 3.3 kilometers, estimated travel time 7 minutes." The phone emitted a soft female reminder tone.
Grayson pushed up his glasses, looked at the thing displayed on the phone curiously, and nodded: "This thing is very good, where did you get it?"
Luke: "I used a surveying software from Keyhole Company as the main body and modified it a little bit."
Grayson: "Didn't you become a police officer right after graduating from high school? When did you learn this?"
Luke: "Haha, just a hobby."
Grayson looked at his expression and just smiled. The two chatted about their respective situations while heading towards Luke's house.
After arriving home, Luke let Grayson walk around the house and went to the backyard to make a phone call: "Robert, it's me. Why didn't you tell me that you have a cousin named Gilbert Grayson?"
Robert was silent for a moment: "We don't get along very well and we rarely interact with each other."
Luke chuckled: "But why does he seem to know everything about me? He even knows when I graduated from high school, when I became a policeman, and when I went to Houston?"
Robert was helpless: "Ok, I admit that he helped a lot with your trip to Houston, so he knows your recent situation, there's nothing strange about it."
Luke: “Huh?” He had never expected this answer.
After a moment's pause, he said, "Isn't Grayson just a forensic officer? Why should he help me transfer to the Houston Police Department?"
Robert: "… He is the top forensic expert in the LV Forensic Department, one of the people with the highest level of forensic expertise in the country. The FBI and CIA both invite him regularly to provide professional training for their personnel. If there is no friendship, or if his superiors are persuaded, it will be difficult for other police stations to let him take action. He has handled many major cases, and there are at least eight or ten police and FBI bosses who owe him favors. Do you think he can help?"
Luke: “… Are you kidding me?” The point is, why didn’t Robert inherit this talent, but instead became a soldier.
But he also understood that for a forensic expert who was one of the best in the United States, his connections wouldn't be too impressive, but it wouldn't be too difficult to help him transfer jobs.
After a moment, Luke said, "Thank you, Robert."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Jill and I have different personalities and can't get along, but I think you would like him. Just thank him yourself!" Robert said a little impatiently, and then hung up the phone.
Luke shook his head helplessly.
Robert, this rough guy, is still so bad at expressing his emotions.
He and Grayson have different personalities, but he had to ask this cousin, with whom he rarely interacted, for Luke's matter. It was really difficult for him.
But he never mentioned this to Luke, if he hadn't happened to meet Grayson... uh, wait, Grayson is such a busy man, and he came to Los Angeles at this time.
Do the top experts at the Las Vegas Forensics Center have so much free time
Luke hesitated for a moment, but still walked into the house and smiled at Grayson, who was walking around and looking at the decoration of his living room: "Are you hungry? Is there anything special you want to eat?"
Grayson thought for a moment and said, "Are there any fried bugs?"
Luke groaned, trying to remain calm. "Oh, I can't make that kind of special food. Besides, I have a female roommate, and it's impossible for me to bring that kind of ingredients home. So, how about something more ordinary?"
Grayson shrugged. "Whatever, whatever you're good at."
Luke nodded and went in to get some semi-finished beggar's chicken, plus a small portion of steak.
Since Grayson is not young anymore, we won’t prepare the sweet honey-glazed roast chicken for him.
Half an hour later, the two were eating steak and chatting casually.
Luke was not wary of Grayson. The main reason was that Robert trusted his cousin, so it was unlikely that there would be any major problems with his character.