Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy-Six Things Worth Coveting, What Is a Good Subordinate

Judging from the thickness of the stack of dunning notices, Nielsen-Murdoch Law Firm must have many things in arrears, such as utilities, telephones, rent, property management, and so on.

And food and fruit obviously can't be used to pay the bills.

Luke shook his head in his heart and left the door.

The Miss Karen was clearly paying attention to his actions.

He was afraid that as soon as he stepped into the office, this one would rush over to stop him.

Turned to go to the other side, apparently the small room of the apartment kitchen.

Except for some used cups, there is almost nothing in it. Even the coffee machine has only a little coffee residue, which has not been used for at least two days.

It wasn't because that Miss Karen was lazy either.

Even if there is only an empty bag of coffee powder thrown in the trash can, then this coffee machine cannot be used to empty tap water.

What's even more helpless is that it is now ten o'clock in the morning, and there are only Fudge and this Karen in the office, and the lawyer Matt has not seen anyone yet.

This stance, no matter how you look at it, it is about to hit the street! Luke sighed.

In this world, if you want to be a good person and do good deeds, you will basically only spend money, and of course it will be difficult to have money.

After looking around, Walter's voice came from outside the door: "Let's go, Luke."

"Come on." Luke responded, smiled at Karen again, and walked out of the office.

As a result, Fudge was still outside the door, talking to Walter.

Walter was a little impatient, but he just learned a lot from others, and he was not easy to turn his face, so he could only slap his eyes sloppily.

Seeing Luke coming out, he immediately said, "I'll let you know about Elena's new situation. Young man, don't be too hasty." He patted Fudge on the shoulder and flashed.

Luke blinked at Fudge and went downstairs.

Fudge watched a few people go up the stairs and exhaled: "I hope you can find something."

behind him,

Karen suddenly appeared: "Is that Luke the new neighbor you said?"

Fudge: "Yes, it's right across from us, the one that was renovating the other day."

Karen: "Why didn't you say he was a detective? That's too young."

Fudge: "We only met a few days ago, when we rushed to work and didn't have time to chat with him, but I think he's pretty good."

Karen hesitated for a while, but still whispered: "But why do I feel like he's looking around the room like he's watching a crime scene?"

Fudge: "...The crime scene is a CSU (Crime Scene Unit) business, Karen."

Karen glared at him amusingly: "I know, I just said he's like the kind of detective who shows up at a crime scene. It's the kind of eye-visiting, scrutinizing the details."

Fudge spread his hands: "Okay, what do we have here? The two fighting bikers outside have slipped away, leaving only a woman with an expired visa."

Karen is speechless.

When Fudge asked this, she suddenly didn't seem to think that there was anything worth coveting in this broken office.

Except... herself?

But the young man looked at her in a normal way, unlike most young people when they met beautiful women, he turned his body from side to side and secretly observed her actions from the corner of his eyes.

Why does Karen know? Because she's been peeking at the young detective like that.

Thinking of this, she sighed: "I think too much. He said he is your friend, but he has never been to the office, so he wants to look everywhere."

Fudge patted his forehead: "God, he didn't come into my office, right? My desk is full of reminders I've received these days."

Karen: "He didn't go in, he just looked at the door. He shouldn't know about the embarrassing situation we're in to 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 arrears for the past two months, then we will have more time..."

Karen nodded with a wry smile and returned to her desk in the hall.

Looking at these "customers" in the room, she muttered in her heart: I want to find a big customer here, which is about the same as the probability of these "customers" winning the 758 million Powerball jackpot tomorrow.

Here, Walter who went downstairs just opened his mouth and said, "Selena will tell you about the inquiries later. You can visit the victims of these two bombings and see what information they have."

Luke: "Sir Cobb, although it's a little rude, I still have to ask, where are you waiting?"

Walter's face was unpleasant: "Do you want to be my boss?"

Luke was not impatient, but just said: "I just made sure that you have no itinerary in the Clinton District alone, Mr. Cobb. After all, my biggest duty is to ensure your safety here."

Walter's face was even more displeased: "I need you to ensure safety?"

Luke looked as usual: "Of course not in other places. But here, even if our sheriff acts alone, he cannot guarantee his own safety."

Walter's mouth moved, but he was speechless.

This is the Clinton District, known as hell.

When Luke said this, Walter suddenly came to his senses: Dustin asked Luke to follow him, not necessarily all for the sake of robbing him, maybe to keep himself safe?

This one in front of him can do dozens of monsters at a time.

After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Ricky and I are going to the police station to check the information, OK?"

Luke: "That's fine. If you need to come here again, you can call me anytime, Sir Cobb."

Walter snorted twice, opened the door and got in the car: "A lot of things."

Ricky gave Luke a "can't help" look, and he still had a good impression of Luke.

Most of the people who have had a few interviews with Luke don't hate Luke.

Walter's attitude towards Luke is obviously because of Dustin, and has little to do with Luke himself.

The car started, and Walter suddenly lowered the window and said, "When you come out to do things, don't be so rigid. 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 newcomer is very conscientious."

Walter looked in the rear-view mirror and snorted, "Drive your car, stop talking nonsense."

Ricky laughed even louder: "Boss, don't be so hard on yourself, this guy is quite likable. It's a lot happier with him than with John's shit."

Walter rubbed his forehead involuntarily.

Not afraid of not knowing the goods, but afraid of comparing goods.

Compared with Luke, the John under his command is simply life-threatening.

He was a little surprised when he understood what Dustin meant just now, but suddenly became jealous of Dustin.

A minion who can fight just like John and can execute orders well, which is perfect.

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