Judging from the thickness of the stack of reminder notices, Nelson Murdoch Law Firm must have a lot of things in arrears, such as water and electricity, telephone, rent, property management and so on.
And food and fruit obviously cannot be used to pay the bill.
Luke shook his head in his heart and left the door.
The Miss Karen was obviously concerned about his behavior.
He was afraid that as soon as he stepped into the office, this guy would rush over to stop him.
Turned around and went to the other side, which was obviously the small room of the apartment kitchen.
Except for some used cups, there is almost nothing in it, and there is only a little coffee stain in the coffee machine, which has not been used for at least two days.
It's not because that Miss Karen is lazy either.
There is only an empty bag of coffee powder thrown in the trash can, so this coffee machine cannot be used to boil tap water empty.
What's even more helpless is that it's past ten o'clock in the morning, only Fudge and this Karen are in the office, and that lawyer Matt has not seen anyone yet.
This posture, no matter how you look at it, is going to rush to the street! Luke sighed.
In this world, if you want to be a good person and do something good, you basically only spend money. Of course, it is difficult to have money.
After looking around, Walter's voice came from outside the door: "Let's go, Luke."
"Here we come." 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 learned a lot from him just now, and he was not easy to turn his face, so he could only be sloppy.
Seeing Luke coming out, he immediately said: "Elena's matter, I will inform you if there is any new situation. Young man, don't be too hasty in doing things." He patted Fudge on the shoulder and disappeared.
Luke blinked at Fudge, and followed him downstairs.
Fudge watched several people go to the stairs, and exhaled: "I hope you can find something."
Behind him, Karen suddenly appeared: "Is that Luke the new neighbor you mentioned?"
Fudge: "Yes, it's diagonally opposite us, the one that was being renovated a few days ago."
Karen: "Why didn't you say he was a detective? That's too young."
Fudge: "We only met a few days ago. At that time, we were rushing to work and didn't have time to chat with him, but I think he is quite nice."
Karen hesitated for a moment, but still whispered: "But why do I feel that he looks around the room, as if he is watching a crime scene?"
Fudge: "... crime scenes are the business of the CSU, Karen."
Karen glared at him amusedly. "I know, I'm just saying he's like the kind of detective who shows up at a crime scene. It's the kind of eyeballing, eyeballing detail."
Fudge spread his hands: "Okay, so what do we have here? The two fighting motorcycle gangs outside have slipped away, leaving only a woman with an expired visa."
Karen is speechless.
When Fudge asked, she suddenly seemed unable to think of anything worth coveting in this crappy office.
Except... herself
But the young man looked at her quite normally. He didn't turn his body left and right like most young people do when they meet a beautiful woman, secretly observing her actions from the corner of their eyes.
Why would Karen know? Because she kept peeking at the young detective like that.
Thinking of this, she sighed: "I was thinking too much. He said he is your friend, but he has never been to the office, so I want to look around."
Fudge patted his forehead: "My God, he didn't come into my office, did he? My desk is full of reminder notices received these days."
Karen: "He didn't go in, he just looked at the door. He probably wouldn't know our embarrassing situation where we couldn't 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 two months' arrears, so that we have more time..."
Karen nodded with a wry smile, and returned to her desk in the hall.
Looking at these "clients" in the room, she murmured in her heart: I want to find a big client here, which is about the same as the probability that these "clients" just happen to win the Powerball 700 million jackpot tomorrow.
Here, Walter who came downstairs just said: "Let Selena tell you about the inquiry later. Go visit the victims of the two bombings and see what information they have."
Luke: "Sir Cobb, although it's a bit impolite, 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 you, Mr. Cobb, are not on your own schedule in the Clinton District. After all, my greatest duty is to ensure your safety here."
Walter's face became even more unhappy: "I need you to ensure safety?"
Luke's face was as usual: "In other places, of course it is not necessary. But here, even if our Lord Sheriff acts alone, he cannot guarantee his own safety."
Walter moved his mouth, but was speechless.
This is the Clinton District, which is known as a hell-like existence.
When Luke said this, Walter suddenly recalled: Dustin let Luke follow him, not necessarily all for credit, maybe it was also to keep himself safe
This monster in front of him can hit dozens of monsters at a time.
After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Ricky 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, you can call me anytime, Officer Cobb."
Walter snorted twice, opened the door and got into the car: "It's troublesome."
Ricky cast a "helpless" look at Luke, and he still has a good impression of Luke.
Most of the people who had a few interviews with Luke didn't hate Luke.
Walter's attitude towards Luke is obviously because of Dustin, and has little to do with Luke himself.
When the car started, Walter suddenly lowered the window and said, "Don't be so rigid when you come out to do things. Call me by my name later, understand?"
Luke smiled: "Okay, Walter."
Walter looked away, waved, and Ricky drove off.
After a while, Ricky suddenly smiled and said, "Boss, this rookie is very conscientious."
Walter looked in the rearview mirror, and Luke, who had already followed up, snorted: "Drive your car, stop talking nonsense."
Ricky laughed louder: "Boss, don't hold on, this guy is quite likable. It's much more pleasant to be with him than John's dog."
Walter rubbed his forehead involuntarily.
Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods, but be afraid of comparing goods.
Compared with Luke, the John under him is simply deadly.
He was a little surprised when he figured out what Dustin meant just now, but suddenly he also became jealous of Dustin.
A subordinate who can fight as well as John and can execute orders well, this is just perfect.