The white patrolman was silent for a moment and nodded: "I'm sorry, Chief Cobb. This is just official business. Sorry to bother you." After that, the two patrolmen turned around, got in the car and left.
As he watched the patrol car disappear around the corner, Luke said casually, "The people in the 15th Precinct are quite unique. They leave when they say they will."
Walter turned his head and glanced, only to find that the expression on Luke's face was that of normal surprise.
He snorted coldly: "In NYPD, the people in the 15th precinct are completely untrustworthy. They are just a gang, the kind with police badges."
Hearing this, Luke looked at Walter and smiled: “Thank you for the reminder, sir.”
Walter waved his hand and turned to get in the car: “Let’s go, we still have two crime scenes waiting to be investigated.”
Luke and his companion followed in their car.
Selina looked at Walter’s car in front of her, and couldn’t help but say, “Walter really dares to say that, we are on Dustin’s side.”
Luke: "But no matter Dustin or Walter, they never thought of killing each other. They even tried their best to protect each other. People from the 15th Precinct, haha."
Selina thought about the information she had found these days and felt that there was nothing much to say.
The 15th Precinct was indeed just as Walter said, a group of gang members wearing police badges.
However, this deformed monster has been protected by many people on both the black and white sides for various reasons.
Now even the NYPD headquarters cannot completely clean it up and can only let it continue to exist.
Less than five minutes after the four of them arrived at the third location, Luke, who was guarding the gate, saw a police car slowly driving past outside again.
However, this time the patrolman in the car did not get off.
But Luke noticed that the patrol officer in the passenger seat of the passing police car took out his cell phone.
He also quickly took out the counterfeit mobile phone and operated it a few times.
Not far from the patrol car, he immediately activated the radio in his car and aimed it at the patrol officer who was on the phone.
"Blake, they are coming to the third explosion site again." The patrolman on the co-pilot seat said, "Hmm? Okay, we will keep a close eye on their every move and notify you if there is any situation..."
Luke's heart was enlightened, and Selina, who came over to listen, also had an expression of "as expected" on her face.
Turning his head to look at Walter and Ricky in the dilapidated factory, he sighed: "I really believe now that Dustin asked me to follow them purely to save their lives, not to help them solve the case."
Selena was speechless.
The people from the 15th Precinct are really unique in their methods as they monitor their colleague's investigation as if he were a criminal.
As a result, when the four arrived at the fourth location, another police car appeared nearby.
However, this police car was not painted, it was just a normal-looking Ford sedan that detectives usually use.
Although the two detectives in the car were more cautious and stopped to observe from a distance, they could not escape the surveillance in Luke's car.
At the third location, Luke pulled up the list of police officers from the 15th Precinct in the database, found the information of the patrol officer who had previously tipped off, and also checked the list of police officers with the name "Blake".
Then this detective named Blake Taddeo was found, along with his partner, Detective Carl Hoffman.
Blake is a 28-year-old Latino, and his partner Hoffman is a 37-year-old black man.
The reason why Luke investigated them was because their actions and attitudes were very problematic and they were very likely the vanguards of Kingpin-related forces in the police station.
There are no good policemen in the 15th Precinct. This is common sense that police officers in the NYPD tacitly accept.
In fact, among the more than 100 policemen in the 15th Precinct, there should still be a few who are not bad.
And most of those so-called bad policemen are just mediocre people who go with the flow and try to make a living.
These people are not even dedicated enough to be bad policemen. They are definitely the legendary idiots who can't even get a hot bite of shit.
This kind of minion who can only run errands and do odd jobs is of little use to Luke. He needs to target those more "capable" bad policemen, because only from them will he have a greater chance of tracing clues about Kingpin's forces.
Detectives Blake and Hoffman, who had quietly come to monitor their colleagues at headquarters, were obviously such "capable" people, and of course, they were also relatively "big" fish in the 15th Precinct.
Luke decisively wrote down the names of these two people in his little black notebook.
After checking the fourth location, Luke followed Walter all the way back to the headquarters.
In the underground parking lot, Luke stopped Walter and his partner who were about to go upstairs, and told them that he had just discovered Blake and Hoffman were watching them.
Walter and Richie were not surprised at all. They showed an expression of "as expected" on their faces. They just nodded and said they understood, then returned to the office lobby.
Luke and the other man did not follow.
After sending Walter back to the police station, their mission was considered accomplished. It would be better to give themselves some free time and have a late lunch.
Just as the two of them were enjoying lunch with the gold nuggets by the river under the Brooklyn Bridge, feeling the cool river breeze, Luke's cell phone rang.
He picked up the phone casually, and Christina's voice came from the other end, quickly and deliberately lowered: "The private detective named Jessica is here again. I don't know what she said to Molly's family. Now Molly's parents are preparing to take Molly out of the hospital and return home. I think you should know about this."
Luke: "Thank you, Christina, I'll be right there."
Fifteen minutes later, when Luke and the other man walked to the ward, Christina was at the door talking to the private detective named Jessica: "I'm not stopping Molly from leaving, but they can just wait until the two detectives come and tell them."
"It's no use for them to come. They don't know what kind of danger they will face." Jessica said impatiently, "They can't protect themselves, let alone Molly. Believe me, it's best for Molly and her family to leave New York. You'd better pretend that you have never seen this family, so that you won't be involved."
Luke quickened his pace: "Miss Jones, we meet again."
Jessica's expression turned ugly when she saw him and Selina: "Detective, Molly is not a criminal. She has the right to go home."
Luke raised his hand, signaling Christina not to refute Jessica, and then he said, "You're right, we didn't detain her. In fact, I'm here because of you."
Jessica and Christina were both stunned: "What?"
Luke: "Molly's matter is over. It is natural for her parents to decide where she will recuperate. We will not force her to stay in New York just for the convenience of handling the case. But..."
He paused before continuing, "Ms. Jones, you have been in New York and have been involved in this case for a long time. In order to find out the truth and find the criminal, you should be able to cooperate with our work. After all, you seem to know some information about Kilgrave."