Of course, an old fritter like Walter will not give up easily.
He has a hundred ways to support Luke and Luke in the process of handling the case, and the final credit has nothing to do with Luke.
Therefore, facing Dustin's practice of mixing sand, he didn't panic, and acted according to his own established pace.
While the old lady was talking excitedly with Walter and the others, a person walked out of the office not far away.
Turning around and seeing Luke, the man was stunned: "Luke? You are..."
Luke walked over with a smile and greeted in a low voice: "Good morning, Fudge. I'm at work now."
Fudge looked at the two Walters over there, and instantly saw the police badges on their chests, and he looked at Luke again: "You too..."
Luke smiled and picked up the thin metal chain in the jacket, revealing the police badge wallet: "We can get to know each other again. Luke Coulson, a rookie detective who just reported to NYPD yesterday."
Fudge opened his mouth wide: "You? Detective?"
Fudge is a lawyer and a native New Yorker, so of course he knows the nypd very well.
According to his feeling, although Luke is very mature in speech and deeds, it is more like the result of tutoring, and his actual age is less than twenty.
The New York Police Department is under the age of 20, and at most it is a police officer (polieoffier) who has just entered the industry, let alone a department like the Headquarters Police Detective Department.
Luke smiled: "Most of your classmates are still working as interns in law firms. Don't you also open a law firm and become your own boss?"
Fudge smiled wryly: "Okay, no kidding. Luke, what do you want from Elena?"
Luke explained the situation with a few simple words.
Fudge frowned: "You are just here to find clues, so you may not be able to help Elena solve the current difficulties?"
Luke sighed, gestured to Walter over there, and lowered his voice: "I was sent to follow up on this case when I was at work today, and Inspector Walter is the one who is responsible for solving the case, so you know of."
Fudge thought about the detective on Luke's police badge just now, and Walter's title of inspector, and he couldn't say anything.
Just like an intern in a law firm, it is impossible to instruct the senior partners of the firm to do things.
Of course, a small police detective is not qualified to instruct the inspector how to handle the case, not to mention that Luke is still new here.
Luke looked at his expression, and continued to whisper: "But, in case any clues are found, it's better than letting what happened at Elena's house end in a "decoration dispute", right?"
Fudge's heart moved: "Is that so..."
Luke smiled and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "You can go over and listen to Inspector Walter. I haven't talked to him for five minutes since I came to nypd."
Fudge didn't know whether to laugh or cry: You are a newcomer, and you are so outstanding!
But Luke's attitude made him feel better.
This young man who made him look very pleasing did not have the kind of hypocritical dogma that he hated, and he was also a person with his own principles in his heart.
People with principles are always more popular than those who have no bottom line.
Luke didn't betray Walter, because Elena's matter had nothing to do with Walter. He was investigating the bombing case, not the small case of Elena's house being destroyed.
The old lady Elena called the police, and it was the 15th Branch who gave the conclusion of the "decoration dispute".
The old lady really had to thank Walter for his meddling, so at least she could look forward to overturning the Fifteenth Division conclusion.
Fudge is not stupid, and anyone who can be a lawyer can't be stupid, otherwise he will be eliminated soon.
After a few steps, he sorted out the main points of the information Luke revealed, walked over with a smile on his face, and began to help the old lady Elena with side-talking.
In fact, on the night when the bombing happened, Fudge found Elena's house precisely because of the "decoration dispute". When they were talking in the house, the explosion happened.
Fudge, who is clear-headed and well-organized, is a more qualified client than the old lady, and only he has noticed some details.
Walter was originally afraid of trouble and didn't want to talk to the little lawyer, but after talking to Fudge, he was also attracted by the information he revealed, and couldn't help asking, but left the old lady aside.
Luke didn't come forward either, but just gestured to Selena, telling her to call him for something.
He took a few steps and re-entered the Nelson Murdoch law firm.
Now looking carefully at this so-called law firm, he shook his head in his heart: The entrepreneurial journey of these two young lawyers seems to have encountered the most common and biggest problem money at the initial stage.
Money, too, will always be a big problem for most people in the world.
Two young lawyers set up their own businesses, but they took a lot of lawsuits from the poor at the most profitable stage of entrepreneurship.
The poor can make a lot of money, basically only the lawsuits of personal injury claims. A string of 888 phone numbers can be seen everywhere on the New York subway and billboards, and two smiling lawyers specialize in this business.
These two young lawyers didn't take up such a job that could bring a lot of money.
Their current case is nothing more than seeking new work visas for certain foreign workers, or reducing penalties for poor people who cannot afford to pay fines and do not want to go to jail, and help the old lady Elena negotiate with the landlord to keep the house Renovated back to original.
These people also couldn't afford the lawyer's fee which was calculated at 100 yuan per hour. They could only pay the two young lawyers some cheap food and fruit.
These things are piled up in a corner of the room, but the quantity is not too much, enough to feed the three people in the law firm for two days at most.
Well, with the appetite of a certain lawyer, he may eat at most two meals. After all, people who like to do physical work will always consume more.
Karen, the blond beauty, noticed him.
Luke's appearance and temperament are here, just like her, it is hard to ignore.
She looked inquiring: "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Luke smiled: "I'm Fudge's friend, but I haven't been to his place yet. Would you mind visiting?"
Karen smiled awkwardly: "Yes. But... there are only three rooms here."
Luke took a look and shrugged: "It's never been easy to start a business. Don't worry about me, I'll just take a look."
As he spoke, he walked to the door of the room that should be the office of the two lawyers, and took a casual look inside.
There are two desks full of documents and a large filing cabinet, and then there is a very antique computer connected to an equally old printer.
Looking at the various old scratches on the printer, Luke felt that the printer might be as old as Claire.
On one table, a cluttered stack of envelopes looks familiar to most Americans.
They are reminder notices from various companies. . m.