Chapter 870: The Private Investigator Who Likes Hitting People
Luke smiled. âI believe you can find more clues, Haley.â
Haley looked at him and said, âThat depends on whether or not Mollyâs parents are willing to accept the treatment.â
In other words, it wasnât that she wasnât capable, but that she needed time to demonstrate her abilities.
Luke nodded and looked at Christine. âLet me know when her parents arrive. Iâll see if I can get Molly to stay here a while longer or be treated here.â
Christine nodded. âOkay.â
Everybody had some confidence in this matter.
After all, Metro General was one of the best hospitals in New York. Few hospitals in Massachusetts could compare with it.
As long as Mollyâs parents werenât strapped for cash, staying in New York was better than returning to Massachusetts.
Everybody dispersed.
No matter how pitiful Molly was, everyone had to carry on with their work. It was impossible for them to watch over her.
After they left the hospital, Luke drove home.
After fiddling with the tablet for a while, Selina suddenly said, âGot it.â
Luke asked, âWho?â
âJessica Jones, 24 years old. She doesnât have a criminal record. She has a private investigation firm under her name,â said Selina. âHowever, this lady doesnât have a good temper. In the past two years, sheâs had fifteen disputes with people in the police department. Most of them accuse her of using violence and threatening other people. There are also several complaints about trespassing.â
Luke wasnât bothered. âItâs perfectly normal for a private detective to use violence or sneak into the targetâs house. However, she certainly doesnât have a good temper. Shouldnât a regular private detective have more complaints against them about trespassing? If she likes beating people up so much, why hasnât she been sued?â
âThe Hogarth-Benowitz law firm took care of these minor problems for her,â said Selina. âTheyâre a well-known law firm in New York.â
Luke thought for a moment, then said, âCheck if Miss Jones was involved in beating up people in any of the firmâs cases.â
Selina waved her hand and exclaimed, âYouâre too smart. According to the database, at least three people sued clients of this law firm.â
Luke shrugged. âSo, Miss Jones is both a private investigator and an investigator for this firm. Sheâs probably a top-notch investigator; after all, sheâs good at beating people up.â
Selina didnât care about that at all. She was good at beating people up, too, and was far more merciless than this Jessica lady. There was nothing to be envious about at all.
She simply said, âBased on this Jessicaâs history, there shouldnât be any problem with her. Molly isnât someone the law firm is investigating.â
Luke nodded.
It was better to be prepared than to be tricked by someone with ulterior motives.
Mollyâs matter wasnât that simple. It didnât hurt to be careful.
They drove home and then took Gold Nugget out with them to find a place to have lunch together.
After several turns, Luke drove to a Cantonese-style roast meat shop.
Looking at the shop that looked more or less the same as a year ago, he sighed.
Gold Nugget didnât feel nostalgic at all. It was the first time it had been to New York, but it wasnât the first time it had eaten roast meat.
It was quite fond of the greasy and sweet dish, and was already urging Luke to buy it.
Luke walked into the shop and waved at the boss. âTakeaway, please.â
The boss no longer remembered him. He asked casually, âWhat do you want?â
Luke said, âGive me three whole portions of everything, and double the amount of suckling pig and char siu. Pack a small portion of those in a separate bag.â
The boss was stunned. âAre you sure you want whole portions?â
Three small portions of each type wasnât unusual, but three whole portions meant almost half of the meat in his shop.
Luke smiled. âYes. I was here a year ago, and you gave me a roast goose head for free.â
The boss looked at him again and had a faint memory of their meeting. He smiled. âWhatâs this for? Treating someone to a meal?â
Luke shrugged. âMore or less. No need to cut them up, just pack them for me.â
With so much meat, it would take the boss at least half an hour to cut it up.
He and Selina had hands, and Gold Nugget didnât spit up any bones at all â it was still good not to waste time.
A moment later, carrying several big bags of roast meat, they went to Central Park.
The weather was still gloomy, and there were much fewer people in the park.
The three of them went back to the same corner from before for lunch.
Selina and Gold Nugget attacked the suckling pigs like crazy, while Luke enjoyed the chicken.
âWhere are we going this afternoon?â Selina asked through her full mouth.
Luke said, âWeâll head over to the 15th Precinct and bring out that Louis Paul. We need to figure out how Molly appeared in his house.â
Louis Paul was the tenant of the apartment where Molly had been discovered. Luke had smacked him in the face with the door yesterday when the man had tried to attack them.
Back then, Luke had thought that Molly was Louisâs girlfriend.
Judging from Mollyâs attire, however, he could only suspect that Louis had kidnapped Molly.
But Mollyâs matter now faintly confirmed that Louis might be a scapegoat.
Without any concrete clues about that âheâ for now, Louis would at least know how Molly had appeared in his house.
Luke didnât regret tossing Louis to the 15th Precinct yesterday.
When a suspect was being apprehended, it wasnât unusual for their girlfriend to also be at home at the time. Luke couldnât do a detailed investigation every single time.
He had dealt with hundreds of such small fry in Los Angeles before.
After lunch, the three of them got back into the car.
Gold Nugget was still drooling over the remaining two bags.
Luke simply said that it was supper, so the dog cheerfully lay down for a nap.
Selina also got a bit of shut-eye.
An hour later, Luke got Louis out of the police station and threw him into the backseat.
Gold Nugget opened its sleepy eyes and shifted its special cushion away from the smelly guy in disgust.
Selina opened her eyes and examined Louis in the rearview mirror. âWhatâs wrong with him? You only hit him with the door yesterday, didnât you?â
Luke said, âHe bragged too much to the scumbags in the detention center, and was punched... Well, maybe it was a few punches.â
Hearing the words from the front seats, Louis lowered his head in shame.
The two officers from the 15th Precinct were too dirty, and had deliberately said out loud that he had assaulted a cop when they threw him into the detention center.
The rogues in the detention center had thought that a super ruthless person had come, and were very cautious around him.