Chapter 164 Uncle Greyson? Do You Have Fried Bugs?
The middle-aged man raised his hands, showing the gloves on them. âLetâs not shake hands. Iâm Greyson. Iâm only here to help.â
Luke said, âNice to meet you, Greyson. You happen to have the same name as someone I know.â
Greyson turned his head. âOh? Whoâs that?â
Luke replied casually, âRobert Greyson. Heâs... kind of my foster father.â
Greysonâs eyes glittered. âFrom Texas?â Luke was surprised. âDo you know him?â
Greyson said calmly, âI think I do, if heâs a guy from Shackelford.â
Then, he looked at Luke with an inscrutable expression. âLuke Coulson? Eighteen years old? Also, if I remember correctly, you were at Westside Houston Police Department a few months ago, werenât you?â
Luke was stunned. âHuh? You are...â
Greyson smiled, and his solemn expression relaxed. He exuded the charisma of a mature, knowledgeable man. âGilbert Greyson! Iâm Robertâs cousin. You can call me uncle, but I prefer that you call me Gil or Greyson. Iâm more used to that.â
Luke said, â...Alright, Greyson.â What was this about? Why didnât he know that Robert had a cousin?
Greyson shrugged and said, âAlright, I need to get to work. Call me later.â
What else could Luke do except promise to do so?
Elsa found it odd when Luke told her that he would be speaking to Greyson later.
But after looking at the middle-aged man, she remarked, âTo be honest, you two do look somewhat familiar, except... well, heâs more handsome than you are.â
Luke: ...Iâll be as handsome as him soon!
The forensics department was very efficient in their work, mostly because Luke had pointed out the relevant spots.
Greyson was responsible for several important areas, and the other technicians took care of the rest.
An hour later, Luke left in Greysonâs car.
He hadnât gotten his police car yet, and Selina was using his secondhand Ford. He usually got Elsa to drive him.
Greyson put on a pair of rimless glasses and observed Luke. âYouâre not wearing any valuable accessories, not even a watch, but your clothes cost at least two thousand dollars. Your socks are a regular brand. Are they Nike? You donât seem short of money, but you donât have a car?â
Luke shrugged and said, âI have a car, but my partner likes to discuss cases with me in her car, so Iâve been taking hers.â
Greyson nodded and started up the car. âWhere are we going to have lunch? I donât have many things to do on this trip. We can have a nice chat.â
Luke thought for a moment and said, âWhy donât we go to my place? Iâm not a bad cook.â
Greyson was rather interested. âOkay. Lead the way.â
Luke took out his phone and opened a navigation app, then placed his phone next to the steering wheel.
âDestination: 1033 Gary Street, Westwood District. Distance: 3.3 kilometers. ETA: 7 minutes,â said his phone in a gentle female voice.
Greyson looked at Lukeâs phone curiously and said, âThatâs not bad. Where did you get it?â
Luke said, âItâs modified, based on a surveying app made by Keyhole Inc.â
Greyson asked, âDidnât you become an officer right after you graduated high school? When did you learn that?â
Luke said, âWell, itâs just a hobby.â
Greyson chuckled. They chatted on the way to Lukeâs place.
After they arrived, Luke asked Greyson to make himself at home. He then made a call in the backyard. âRobert, itâs me. Why didnât you tell me that you have a cousin called Gilbert Greyson?â
After a brief silence, Robert said, âWe barely talk because of our different personalities.â
Luke asked, âBut why does he know me so well? He even knows when I graduated, when I became a police officer, and when I went to Houston.â
Robert gave in. âOkay, I admit that he helped with your transfer to Houston. So, itâs not a surprise that he knows so much about you.â
Luke was rather surprised. He hadnât expected that answer at all.
Dazed for a long while, he asked, âIsnât Greyson a forensic technician? How could he help get me transferred to Houston?â
Robert said, âHeâs a top specialist at the forensics department in Las Vegas, and one of the best experts in the field nationwide. The FBI and CIA invite him regularly to train their staff. Heâs been involved in many major and important cases. A lot of big shots in the police department and the FBI owe him favors. Do you think thatâs enough for him to give you a hand?â
Luke said, â...Are you kidding me?â Why didnât Robert have that sort of talent, rather than just winding up as a soldier?
He was aware that it shouldnât be too hard for a top national forensic specialist to pull some strings for a job transfer.
A moment later, Luke said, âThanks, Robert.â
âAlright, thatâs enough. Gil and I can never talk without fighting, but I get the feeling that youâll like him. You can thank him yourself!â said Robert impatiently before he hung up.
Luke shook his head.
When all was said and done, Robert was a man who wasnât good at expressing his feelings.
He wasnât close to Greyson, but had asked his cousin for help for Lukeâs sake. It mustâve been really hard for him.
Yet, he never mentioned it to Luke. Luke wouldnât have known if Greyson hadnât shown up... Hm, wait, why would someone as busy as Greyson come to Los Angeles?
Did a top specialist of the forensics department in Las Vegas have so much spare time?
Pondering for a moment, Luke returned to the room and smiled at Greyson, who was observing the arrangement in his living room. âAre you hungry? Is there anything in particular you want to eat?â
Greyson thought for a moment and asked, âCan you make fried bugs?â
Luke almost choked, but tried to remain calm. âWell, I canât make that one. Also, I have a female roommate, so I canât bring bugs home as ingredients. How about something more familiar?â
Greyson shrugged. âIn that case, just make whatever youâre good at.â
Luke nodded his head and made chicken and steak in the kitchen.
Half an hour later, the two of them chatted as they enjoyed the steak.
Luke didnât have his guard up against Greyson since Robert trusted his cousin. The man couldnât be a bad guy.