Judging from the thickness of the stack of collection notices, Nelson & Murdoch Law Firm must have a lot of unpaid bills, such as water, electricity, telephone, rent, property management, etc.
And food and fruit obviously cannot be used to pay the bill.
Luke shook his head inwardly and left the door.
Miss Karen was obviously very concerned about his behavior.
He was afraid that as soon as he entered the office, this person would rush over to stop him.
He turned and went to the other side, which was obviously a small room that was the kitchen of the apartment.
There was not much in there except some used cups. Even the coffee machine had only a little coffee residue, which meant it hadn't been used for at least two days.
It's not because Miss Karen is lazy.
Even the coffee powder is just an empty bag thrown in the trash can, so this coffee machine cannot be used to boil tap water.
What's even more frustrating is that it's already past ten in the morning, and there are only Fudge and Karen in the office. Lawyer Matt is nowhere to be seen.
This situation looks like it's going to fail! Luke sighed.
In this world, if you want to be a good person and do good things, you basically just have to spend money, so of course it's hard to be rich.
After checking around, Walter’s voice came from outside the door: “Let’s go, Luke.”
"Coming." Luke responded, smiled at Karen again, and walked out of the office.
It turned out that Fudge was still outside the door, talking to Walter.
Walter was a little impatient, but he had just learned a lot from the other party, and it was difficult to turn his face, so he could only hum and turn a blind eye.
Seeing Luke coming out, he immediately said, "I'll inform you if there is any new development regarding Elena. Young man, don't be too impatient." Then he patted Fudge on the shoulder and left.
Luke winked at Fudge and followed him downstairs.
Fudge watched them walk towards the stairs and exhaled, "I hope you can find something."
Behind him, Karen suddenly popped up and asked, "Is that Luke the new neighbor you were talking about?"
Fudge: "Yes, it's across from us, the one that was being renovated a few days ago."
Karen: "Why didn't you tell me he was a detective? He's too young."
Fudge: "We just met a few days ago. We were in a hurry to come to work and didn't have time to chat with him, but I think he is a pretty good person."
Karen hesitated, but still whispered, "But why do I feel like he's looking around the room like he's looking at a crime scene?"
Fudge: "…Crime scenes are the business of the CSU (Crime Scene Unit), Karen."
Karen stared at him in amusement. "I know. I just said he was like a detective at a crime scene. The kind of person who looks around and takes in the details."
Fudge spread his hands. "Well, what do we have here? The two bikies that were fighting outside have already slipped away, leaving only a woman whose visa has expired."
Karen was speechless.
When Fudge asked this, she suddenly couldn't think of anything worth coveting in this shabby office.
Except...herself
But the young man looked at her with normal eyes. He did not turn his body left and right and secretly observe her movements with the corner of his eyes as most young men do when they meet a beautiful woman.
How did Karen know that? Because she had been spying on the young detective like this.
Thinking of this, she sighed: "I thought too much. He said he was your friend, but he had never been to the office, so he wanted to look around."
Fudge slapped his forehead and said, "Oh my God, he didn't come into my office, did he? My desk is full of collection notices I received in the past few days."
Karen: "He didn't go in, he just looked at the door. He probably doesn't know about our embarrassing situation of not being able to make ends meet."
Fudge was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I'd better try to find a big client, at least enough to pay off the debt for the past two months, so that we have more time..."
Karen smiled wryly and nodded, then returned to her desk in the hall.
Looking at these "customers" in the room, she muttered to herself: The probability of finding a big customer here is about the same as the probability of these "customers" winning the Powerball jackpot of 758 million tomorrow.
Here, Walter, who came downstairs, just said: "Let Selina tell you about the investigation later. Go visit the victims of the two bombings and see if they have any information."
Luke: "Captain Cobb, although it may be a little rude, I still want to ask, where are you waiting?"
Walter’s face was unhappy: “Do you want to be my boss?”
Luke was not impatient, he just said: "I just want to make sure that Chief Cobb you have no plans to be alone in the Clinton area. After all, my biggest responsibility is to ensure your safety here."
Walter looked even more unhappy: “I need you to ensure safety?”
Luke said calmly, "Of course it's not necessary in other places. But here, even if our Sheriff acts alone, he can't guarantee his own safety."
Walter moved his mouth, but he was speechless.
This is Clinton District, known as hell.
After Luke said this, Walter suddenly came to his senses: Dustin asked Luke to follow him, not necessarily to steal the credit, but perhaps also to keep himself safe
The one in front of you is a monster that can fight dozens of people at once.
After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Rich and I will go to the police station to check the information, ok?"
Luke: "That's no problem. If you need to come here again, feel free to call me, Chief Cobb."
Walter snorted twice, opened the door and got in the car: “It’s troublesome.”
Ricky gave Luke a "helpless" look, but he still had a good impression of Luke.
Most people who have met and talked to Luke don't dislike him.
Walter's attitude towards Luke was obviously because of Dustin, and had little to do with Luke himself.
The car started, and Walter suddenly lowered the window and said, “Don’t be so rigid when you come out to do things. Call me by my name in the future, understand?”
Luke smiled: "Okay, Walter."
Walter looked away, waved, and Ricky drove off.
After a while, Ricky suddenly smiled and said, "Boss, this new guy is very dedicated."
Walter looked at Luke's car, which had already caught up with him, in the rearview mirror and snorted, "Drive your car, stop talking nonsense."
Ricky laughed even louder. "Boss, don't be so stubborn. This guy is quite likable. It's much more pleasant to be with him than with that piece of shit John."
Walter couldn’t help rubbing his forehead.
It’s not that you don’t know the goods, it’s that you compare the goods.
Compared to Luke, John, his subordinate, is simply a killer.
He just figured out what Dustin meant. He was a little surprised, but suddenly he became jealous of Dustin.
A subordinate who is as good at fighting as John and can also carry out orders well, this is simply perfect.