Luke took it and looked at it: "Bobby Max, his occupation is... a circus animal trainer? Haha, this is really interesting. Is he good at taming various animals for performances?"
After quickly reading the file, he was a little suspicious: "This guy's professional level is not bad, and his annual income is at least $200,000, right? Why would such a rich guy steal a diamond necklace?"
Elsa looked strange: "I called Sheila and asked her about it. It was said that this Bobby once expressed his love for her, but she rejected him."
Luke: ... Are you kidding? Bobby's status is not even on the same level as Sheila's.
Of course, that's not the point.
The point is, his job is not very popular with girls, and Sheila doesn't like animals very much because she is allergic to animal hair, and she has never kept a cat or a dog at home.
Looking at some of the information in the file again, Luke couldn't help but shake his head: "This is for love, even life is gone."
Bobby had strong professional skills, so he had a good life before.
But after he became obsessed with Sheila, he followed the star and stopped working.
Without proper management of his property, he spent all his savings in just one or two years.
Now Bobby has fallen into the slums of Los Angeles and doesn't know how he makes a living.
Luke felt that with the help of the chimpanzee in stealing, he would have enough food and clothing. At most, he would not be rich, but he would not be miserable either.
After all, no one would report the loss of tens or hundreds of dollars in cash or other items, especially in civilian areas, where reporting the case is unlikely to produce any results anyway.
Luke looked at it for a moment and stood up: "Let's go and try to find this guy."
Elsa was surprised: "Are you sure?"
Luke: "It won't take much time to try. I'm just sitting here doing nothing anyway."
Elsa thought about it and decisively got up to drive.
Luke had his own plans in mind.
Bobby's abilities... might be useful.
Although he had never come into contact with this person, the smell of the chimpanzee and some of the smells on the chimpanzee had the smell of someone.
It's not easy to find this guy in a city like Los Angeles, but the file mentions Bobby's approximate area of activity.
All Luke had to do was patrol the various main roads in the area and perhaps pick up the scent he passed by, as well as the scent of the chimpanzee.
After driving for nearly an hour, Luke and Elsa finally approached the civilian area.
This generation of buildings is old, the personnel is complicated, there is no surveillance, and there is a lack of police force. The Los Angeles Police Department does not know how many crimes there are here, and has no way to investigate.
When Luke saw the environment here, another thought became clear in his mind: How about starting his own journey as a vigilante here
The crime rate in Los Angeles is quite high, and it has always been one of the most sinful cities in the United States.
It’s just that the Hollywood district where Luke is located is the territory of the rich, so the public security is relatively good. The civilian area south of USC is not so good.
For Luke, this... is a good thing? He was also happy.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, it is like a large orchard waiting to be picked.
Elsa took Luke around for a few times, and around noon, Luke said, "Let's go, we'll stop here today, I'll treat you to dinner."
Elsa wondered, "Why?"
Luke decided to come up with a more plausible excuse: "Because my uncle came to see me, and I was very happy."
Elsa was suspicious: "You... have such a good relationship with your uncle?"
Luke chuckled: "Well, I think he will be the one I work hard for from now on. I can ignore anyone I want to ignore."
Elsa agreed now: "That's right, your uncle is very professional and is ranked as a top expert in the United States. With him, you have a backer." She stopped here, otherwise it would seem like she was slandering her partner uncle behind his back.
Luke doesn't care. Who is his real backer? Well, it's Tony Stark!
If this prodigal son hadn't wasted money, how could he have been transferred to the Los Angeles Police Department
Who dares to investigate him in the future? After investigation, they will find that he was inserted through the back door by Tony Stark. If you have the guts, just confront that guy.
People have money, so they can do whatever they want.
Soon, following Luke's mobile navigation, they drove to the location. Elsa was suspicious: "There is a feast here?"
Luke took the phone and clicked on the navigation. A soft female voice reported: "Destination, Michelin one-star restaurant, Taoranju Tea House."
When Elsa heard that it was Michelin, even with one star, she felt relieved.
Even if the food here may not suit your taste, the quality is basically guaranteed.
After the two of them went in, Elsa looked at the lively scene and felt quite uncomfortable.
Unlike most American restaurants which are very quiet, no one in a teahouse deliberately speaks loudly, but no one deliberately speaks quietly either.
When there are too many people, it becomes noisy.
Luke sat down familiarly, and then an old lady pushing a steamer cart came over. Luke called to Elsa: "Just order whatever you like." Then he started to act first.
Elsa was a little stunned, but was soon attracted by the dazzling array of steamed snacks, and couldn't help but order seven or eight that looked pleasing to the eye.
Then, tea was served.
Luke briefly explained to Elsa some small details about having morning tea. Many people are used to getting a cup of hot tea and scalding the fork and spoon with tea before using them.
He did the same, and Elsa followed suit with great interest, finding it quite interesting as well.
Then Luke indicated, "If you like to eat that, just help yourself."
He used tongs to put several kinds of food on the plate in front of him, and then started eating with chopsticks with great skill.
Elsa used a spoon and fork and ate quite quickly.
I tried them one by one according to my own senses and found that most of the flavors were acceptable.
However, most of the things Elsa likes are sweet, such as egg tarts, egg yolk pastries, and taro rolls.
Luke prefers salty food, such as siu mai, shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, and barbecued pork buns, which he also likes.
In the end, the two of them were full and there was still a lot left.
Luke chuckled and said, "Take it back to the boss. He won't mind, will he?"
Elsa didn't think anything of it.
Everything here is served in portions, and to accommodate American habits, special tongs are used to separate the food.
There was definitely no trace of their saliva left.
After all, it's Michelin food, much better than the junk fast food that homicide detectives often eat.
So Luke waved his hand and said, “Pack it up!”
The two returned to the police station, and Elsa went to give Dustin some warmth.
After entering the room, he placed the large number of lunch boxes on Dustin's desk. "Boss, your lunch and dinner are here. No need to thank me. This is Luke's treat."
Dustin stared blankly at the pile of lunch boxes on the table, then at the almost finished fast food pasta in his hand.