Chapter 197 Barbecue and Night Talk
Luke also had a bit of fun looking up the information which the Las Vegas Forensics Center had on Old Greyson while he was at it.
Since he was going over, he would have to pay his uncle a visit, and gifts were a must.
The gifts should be thoughtful instead of expensive. After all, Old Greyson wasnât really short on money.
As one of the best specialists in his trade, he charged thousands of dollars for commercial services, on top of his annual work salary.
Old Greysonâs real interest was in entomology, but Luke didnât know anything about insects. He could only give it up.
Checking files and flipping the meat over, Luke waited until half past eight before Selina got back.
âYouâre pretty late. Do you always get back so late?â asked Luke.
Selina was exhausted but happy. âLetâs talk about that later. I bought the things you wanted.â
Luke was speechless. âIf you had told me that you were busy, I wouldâve gone shopping myself. There isnât much for me to work with tonight. I guess weâll just have grilled meat today.â
Selina wasnât displeased at all. She lifted the cover of the grill in delight, only to be stopped by Luke. âWash your hands first.â
Selina immediately rushed back into the house.
By the time she returned with clean hands, Luke had sliced up the meat.
The meat was greasy and fragrant, and right up a meat-loverâs alley.
Next to the meat was a plate of roasted vegetables.
Luke was born in Sichuan in his previous life, and Sichuan people barbecued everything.
It wasnât just meat; they also roasted chives, cabbages, eggplants, cucumbers, potatoes, carrots and many other vegetables.
Of course, Luke didnât have that many vegetables on hand. He simply roasted an eggplant.
After he cut the eggplant in half, he covered it with onion, garlic and pepper. The food smelled great.
Selina was indeed a foodie who liked all sorts of food. Enjoying her meal, she said, âDarling, it tastes really good. Letâs have this three times a week, shall we?â.
Luke said, âI can make this for you if youâre fine with holding your butt together when you go to work every day.â
Selina was surprised. âHuh? What do you mean?â
Luke said, âEating too many roasted vegetables is like when you have too much jalapeno.â
Selina immediately chickened out.
Her parents were Mexicans and liked making Mexican food, but she was born and raised in America, and wasnât as used to spicy food as actual Mexicans.
The Mexicans had developed two of the top ten most horrifying peppers in the world.
She had no intention of testing her tolerance â she still remembered her experience the last time, when it felt like she was discharging glass pieces whenever she went to the toilet.
After enjoying the barbecue, Luke cleaned the grill and the table, and Selina collapsed in a chair once again.
But it was already past nine. Luke certainly couldnât let her lie in the backyard like that for half an hour. He could only drag her back into the living room.
Then, Luke made her a pot of hot cocoa. She wouldnât put on weight anyway.
Selina was so comfortable that she could barely keep her eyes open.
Luke asked, âHow have you been? Very busy?â
Selina snorted lazily. âA little bit. Donald gave me a lot of things to do.â
Luke asked, âSuch as?â
Selina said, âReading files and analyzing intelligence. I have to write reports, too. So, I have to work late a lot.â
Luke wasnât surprised. That was how newcomers were usually treated.
He could be willful because he had forfeited credit for his contributions so far. Selina certainly didnât have that option.
He thought for a moment before he asked, âDid you learn anything?â
Selina said, âRub my belly and help me digest my dinner, and Iâll tell you.â
Luke was lost for words. âIf youâre so full, why did you fight me for food just now?â
However, he did as he was told.
He had been away for more than ten days, and she had been all alone here with no friends or family, just work.
Her superior was a middle-aged black man who didnât have much in common with her. It was only reasonable that she was bummed out.
Rubbing her slightly bulging belly slowly and gently, Luke continued, âYou can speak now.â
Selina took a deep breath of relief. âWell, I think Iâve learned a lot of things. HoweverâŠâ
Luke asked, âHowever what?â
Selina thought for a moment, then shook her head. âDonaldâs only a so-so detective. Iâve picked up his methods. He barely makes mistakes, but he also wastes a lot of time.â
Luke nodded his head. âThat actually isnât a bad thing. If you were working with Elsa, you might make progress more quickly, but you wouldâve overlooked many details. Donald is slower, but itâs not bad for you since youâll be able to keep up with him all the time.â
Selina nodded her head, then shook it. âWeâve been working on a case for a week, but I think weâll probably drop it in a day or two if we still donât get any results.â
Luke asked curiously, âWhat case?â
âThe death of a college girl.â Selina said, âThereâs no evidence of a homicide, and it looks like an accidental drug overdose. But somehow I feel that itâs more complicated than that.â
Luke asked, âWhere did it happen?â
Selina said, âShe died in an apartment in our jurisdiction, but sheâs from USC. Also, she wasnât living in that apartment; the tenant is another woman whoâs gone missing.â
Luke immediately knew that there wouldnât be any outcome for this case.
The two people involved were dead and missing respectively. Without more clues, the case would soon be deemed an accidental drug overdose, and thrown into the archive room.
If it were Elsa and Luke who were responsible for the case, they wouldâve given up after three to five days without any leads.
There were too many such cases to investigate.
Luke could only shake his head. âI donât think thereâs anything else you can do. Just drop it if you canât find any leads.â