Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke was amused. “Seriously? The newspapers in New York can say whatever they want. Which bigshot cherishes our reputation so much?”

Selina pointed at him. “Hush, you!”

Luke: “Huh?”

“Because that bigshot is Director Brad, our boss’s boss’s boss,” said Selina.

Seeing the awkwardness on Luke’s face, she burst out laughing.

After she was done laughing, she finally explained, “According to Elsa, Director Brad only came to L.A. after he was elbowed out in New York. When he left, he swore that he would return to New York someday.”

Luke smiled wryly. Was this a matter of sticking to your principles and upholding your dignity? Looking at his face, Selina added, “Also, I reckon that what our big boss meant back then was that he wanted the guys in New York to beg him to go back.”

What goes around comes around? Don’t look down on the young? When Luke recalled this saying, he instantly couldn’t help laughing. Director Brad certainly wasn’t a young man, and no one had ever looked down on him. He was one of the most powerful men in LAPD. His position as director of Westside LAPD could at most only be considered a minor setback in his life.

Dropping the discussion about their boss’s life, the two of them drove back to the police department.

Luke didn’t tell Selina that he actually knew who beat up Jameson. The scent of a certain unreliable “best hitman” still lingered on the bag of money.

From Luke’s contact with the guy, this really was something the guy would do, not for the money, but for fun.

But who knew exactly how Jameson had pissed off this “best hitman”?

However, the best hitman hadn’t gone so far as to cut Jameson into pieces. Perhaps, the grudge wasn’t too serious?

Back at the police department, Luke examined the bodies and evidence that had been collected from the two bank robbery slash homicide cases.

Putting aside the man whose head had been smashed in, he discovered something new about the robber who had been hung with a rope.

Looking at the noose, Luke rubbed his chin. “This technique looks familiar.”

In fact, it wasn’t just familiar.

The knots and the height of the noose were similar to the skills of Todd Vince, that assistant director slash writer.

Luke could even picture how the noose must have flown through the air to land around the robber’s neck and hang him.

Todd Vince had already been crushed under the wheels of a big truck. He was as dead as could be.

Of course, a dead person couldn’t commit a crime. It could’ve only been done by someone with proficient rope skills.