Selena didn't bother to answer his nonsense, and glanced at him: "Why did Elena come to the United States? Tourism?"
Luke himself picked up the buns and ate them, and said casually, "She has obtained the qualification of exchange student, and now she is a student at the Pallant College of Art in New Jersey."
Selena let out an oh and didn't ask any more questions.
Luke was never an ascetic.
When in Los Angeles, he would also go out at night.
Most of the time he went to see Ginny, and occasionally he would meet and spend the night with Jimena.
There are also two regular women, but she didn't ask who they are, and these two don't meet him frequently.
Considering Luke's age, wealth and physical fitness, this number of women is already very restrained.
Like some boys who played basketball in college, it was a carnival every night, and everyone was welcome.
And Ginny has been very busy lately.
After coming to New York, Luke only saw Ginny once.
The appearance of Elena just brought his life back to the rhythm of Los Angeles.
Selena didn't bother to say anything,
Today is still a busy day, but it is a leisurely day for Luke and Selena.
Of course they won't investigate the body dumping case at the Fort Trinne Park Wharf, but Kilgrave, who was actually investigating before, is completely cold, and the two of them have actually lost the case.
As soon as noon arrived, the two disappeared in the name of going out to find clues in the afternoon, and went home for their own training and work.
But in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door of Luke's house.
Luke, who was working on the first floor, checked the monitor, wiped his hands and opened the door.
Outside the door were two "acquaintances" who had just gotten acquainted.
He greeted with a smile: "Fudge, Matt, why are you free to come to me today?"
Fudge: "I heard from Charlie that you are back, so come and take a look."
Seeing his expression, Luke simply opened the door to let out the way: "Come in, you must not just come to visit my new neighbor, or you should at least bring me some fruit or snacks or something."
Fudge and Matt were a little embarrassed when they heard this, and realized that they seemed to have indeed forgotten about it.
Visiting a new neighbor for the first time, but coming empty-handed, usually means that the relationship with the other party is not very good.
Luke waited for the two to enter, then walked upstairs, and the door closed automatically.
He turned his head and smiled: "Okay, just kidding, don't mind."
On the second floor, Luke brought coffee to the two of them. After the three of them sat down, he said, "If you have something to say, just speak up. Besides, your firm's business is booming, so it must be very busy."
Hearing this, the two wanted to smile wryly again when they thought of the "business" in their own firm.
After a while, Fudge said, "That's right. We heard that a policeman in the police station was attacked recently?"
Luke nodded.
The Police Detective Bureau has made a lot of moves in recent days, and even uprooted the Blood Skull gang. This matter was not kept secret, and anyone with a little acquaintance in nypd can find out about it.
Fudge hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice a little: "I also heard that the injured one seems to be that Inspector Walter?"
Luke continued to nod affirmatively: "It's him."
"He, is he seriously injured?" Fudge asked.
Luke: "It will take about a month to lie down. But on the night of the attack, he was almost seriously injured and died in the line of duty. He was very lucky to survive."
"I hope he recovers." Fudge continued, frowning: "Do you think this has a connection with his investigation of the bombing?"
Luke pondered, glanced at the two people opposite him several times before nodding: "It should be like this."
Upon hearing this, Fudge's expression turned ugly: "Is it really that "Black Mask" that did it?"
Luke shook his head: "The attackers have been found. They are members of the gang, not that Mr. Black Mask."
He didn't look at Matt at all when he said this.
Seeing Fudge's expression, he laughed: "Fudge, the police detective department did not focus on arresting this black mask."
Fudge was surprised: "Why?" He knew that the police had already issued a warrant for Black Mask, accusing him of assaulting the police and making an empty cloth attack.
Luke shrugged: "I've also learned about the black mask's reviews from the Temple sisters, and they are basically positive. The few negative reviews about him all came from the Fifteenth Bureau's accusations. And I When I arrived at nypd, several colleagues warned me that the 15th Precinct has a very bad reputation and cannot be trusted.”
Fudge was dumbfounded.
Luke took a sip of coffee, and played with the small cup in his hand: "Even inside the police department, I never believed the lies of the 15th branch. And when Walter investigated the bombing, there were people with blackheads. You are familiar with this kind of tactics as lawyers, right? "
Of course, Fudge and Matt understood that this method was more proficient for many lawyers than the police.
"Framing the blame!" Fudge gritted his teeth and said this sentence.
This matter has nothing to do with him.
He was also injured in the explosion that night, but luckily, he was not seriously injured.
Among the other innocent people affected, several were seriously injured, and a lot of property was lost, such as the old lady Elena.
If Black Mask wasn't responsible for the bombing, then his previous feud was with the wrong person.
"Do you have a preliminary conclusion?" Fudge couldn't help asking.
Luke picked up the coffee and took a sip unhurriedly: "It depends on whether you are asking this question today as a lawyer or as a friend."
Fudge was stunned, but Matt knew clearly: the friend had inside information, but the lawyer had nothing to say.
"I promise, this is just a small talk between friends." Matt, who had been talking very little, suddenly interrupted.
Luke raised his eyebrows and looked at Fudge: "What do you think?"
Fudge nodded decisively: "This is just a chat, and only the three of us know the content."
Luke hummed, put down his coffee cup, picked up a small cake on the table and took a bite: "On the surface, all the evidence points to a gang called Blood Skull in Brooklyn, and the members of this gang are basically killed. Throw it into the detention room, except for the boss Billy Wharton, who has never seen anyone alive or dead."
Both Fudge and Matt listened attentively.
Luke took another bite of the cake: "According to the two attackers, this Billy Walton is the instigator."
Both Fudge and Matt frowned.
The Bloody Skull gang is just one of the gangs in Brooklyn, and it's not the most famous gang. The two who have been in Manhattan for a long time have never heard of it.
If Billy Wharton really planned the bombing, the possibility of obtaining compensation from this missing person is extremely low.
Luke looked at the expressions of the two and continued: "However, we judge that Billy is only an executor, and the planner of the bombing should be Jin Bing."
"Kingpin?" Fudge repeated the name blankly, apparently knowing nothing about it.
Matt's expression remained unchanged, but his body leaned forward slightly, obviously very interested in this name.