The next morning, Luke and his companion rushed to the headquarters early in the morning and handed over the information on the explosion case they investigated yesterday to Dustin.
Although this thing can be handed over directly to Walter, this case was originally handed over to Luke by Dustin.
As Dustin's close subordinate, Luke of course had to hand the information over to his boss for review before letting him pass it on to Walter.
There is nothing wrong with this operation, and Walter can't have any objections.
Luke contacted Walter yesterday and they will not go to Clinton District today, and Luke does not need to follow them as a "bodyguard".
After giving Dustin a brief account of what they had found out yesterday, the two of them headed straight for the Metropolitan General Hospital.
It was around 8:40 at this time and the main roads in New York began to be congested.
Luke decisively turned on the police lights, turned the steering wheel, and drove onto the bus lane next to the main road.
This is an essential skill for New York police, and he needs to become familiar with this daily operation as soon as possible.
The two of them were lucky today and didn't encounter any people who were in a hurry to grab the bus lane along the way.
This luck continued until a traffic jam occurred at an intersection near the Metropolitan General Hospital, and even the bus lane was blocked.
Looking at the two women who were confronting each other, Luke reluctantly pulled out the police badge wallet on his chest and said, "Take the little notebook in the glove box. We have to go deal with the traffic jam."
Selina picked up the notebook and opened the car door: "What do you want this for?"
Luke: "We haven't gotten the ticket book yet. Block it with your hand and let it temporarily play the role of the ticket book."
Selina silently took out a pen from her bag and put it on the small notebook, holding it in her hand, with only a little corner showing, which made it look like the real thing.
She adjusted her expression again, put on the cold face that the police most often used when issuing tickets, and followed Luke.
"The main target is the middle-aged woman. She is the cause of the accident and the troublemaker." Luke whispered, and the two of them quickly walked through the gap in the traffic and came to the side of the two female drivers.
Luke coughed twice, attracting the attention of the two women. He raised his police badge wallet to his chest and said with a smile, "You two, it seems that you have had a small dispute. As a police officer, I will save you some precious working time. How about we just go through the procedure?"
Selina stood opposite the middle-aged female driver with a stern face, and the hand holding the pen and notebook was raised, as if she was about to start copying.
The middle-aged woman's face changed and she shouted, "No, wait a minute, officer. We are handling it and it will be done soon."
Luke hummed and looked at the pretty young blonde female driver: "Hey, what do you mean?"
The blonde woman had a teasing look in her eyes and replied indifferently, "This lady just asked me to compensate her for her losses."
Luke and Selina looked at the two cars that had scraped against each other, then turned to stare at the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman's face flushed, and she stammered, "I'm sorry, I just didn't understand the situation at once. It's my fault, it's my fault. Let's follow the usual practice and go with insurance."
She just noticed a car coming from behind with police lights on, and was anxious to squeeze from the bus lane into the normal lane, resulting in a collision with the blonde woman's car.
There is no doubt that she was the one who violated the rules from the beginning to the end and must be fully responsible.
But when the middle-aged woman saw the young and beautiful appearance of the blonde woman and the equally beautiful red Lamborghini sports car, she felt inexplicably angry.
She thought of a certain young woman who flirted with her husband. That bitch also often drove a red sports car. She couldn't help but start a quarrel with the young female driver.
In fact, the blonde woman opposite didn't even bother to pay attention to her. When Luke and the other man came over, she was already taking out her phone to call the police.
Hearing the middle-aged woman give in, the blonde woman, who was in a hurry, didn't bother to talk nonsense. She picked up the titanium phone in her hand and took pictures of the two cars as evidence for later handling of the accident.
When she put her phone down, she found that Selena also took out a phone and took pictures.
She could tell at a glance that it was a titanium phone, but the amber red casing was stunningly beautiful.
She frowned, glanced at the newly released silver special edition titanium phone in her hand, and put the phone into her pocket with a flick of her wrist.
In less than a minute, this minor scratch accident was dealt with.
Luke just smiled politely at the two female drivers and returned to his car with Selina.
After the middle-aged woman moved her car into the normal lane, Luke's police car drove over.
In the lane next to him, the beautiful blonde in the Lamborghini was looking sideways at him.
The two looked at each other and Luke smiled brightly. He didn't say anything, but just mouthed "no need to thank me".
The blonde beauty was stunned for a moment, then her lips curled up and she murmured, "Good acting, I really thought you had a bad memory."
In the car ahead, Selina was also asking Luke, "What a coincidence, I can meet her here."
Luke shrugged: "She seems to be from New York."
"New York has a population of eight million. It's not easy to meet him." Selina exclaimed in amazement.
Luke: "That's because she's pretty. If she had an ordinary face, you wouldn't even notice her if she walked by several times. In this world, everyone looks at faces."
Selena was speechless.
During this rush hour, people are walking everywhere.
The other person had no special features. How could she quickly recognize a passerby's face among the crowd of people
After chatting for a while, the two finally drove the car into the hospital's underground parking lot.
After parking the car and going upstairs, Luke found Ward 404. He opened the door a little, looked inside, and knocked lightly twice.
A woman beside the bed turned her head and saw his face through the crack in the door.
She immediately stood up, walked out of the ward and closed the door.
Luke held out his hand: "Hello, Miss Palmer."
The woman also extended her hand and shook his. "Hello, Detective Coulson. I only know two of you detectives, so I'll have to trouble you to make this trip."
Christina Palmer, the emergency room nurse that Luke and I talked to yesterday.
At this moment, she was not wearing the green work clothes that looked like a bag, but a jacket and jeans like a girl next door.
Her appearance may not seem stunning at first glance, but upon closer inspection it gives people a sense of intimacy. The corners of her mouth are naturally upturned, and when she smiles, two big dimples appear on her cheeks, making her look even more pleasing.
Luke raised his hand and pointed inside the ward, whispering, "Is there any new information about her?"
Christina nodded and shook her head: "I tried to ask, but she rarely spoke. Only once did I hear her say, 'He made me do this.'"
Luke: "Who? What did you ask her to do?"