Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Early morning.

Police detective agency.

A black Toyota car drove into the police station parking lot.

Little Black pulled up the handbrake, grabbed the backpack from the passenger's seat, and prepared to get out, just as he opened the door he saw a grey BMW 7 series car drive by.

Little Black looked down at his own car and rolled his eyes, "Annoying rookie."

A moment later, the door of the BMW opened, and Jackson stepped out. Little Black was about to greet him when he suddenly froze.

The passenger's door also opened, and Jenny walked out from the passenger side.

"Oh my god!" Little Black showed an exaggerated expression, "Jenny, why are you coming in the rookie's car?"

Jackson said discontentedly, "Marcus, I have a name."

"I know, rookie.

But why did you guys come together?"

Jenny said, "We're now roommates."

"Wow... you guys are living together?" Little Black pointed at Jackson, then at Jenny, showing a mischievous smile.

Jenny knew what he was thinking, "It's really just roommates. Jackson is looking for a place to stay, and I just wanted to split the rent, so I rented one of the rooms to him."

"Just like that?" Little Black asked in a doubtful tone.

"Yes, just like that. Is there a problem?" Jenny replied quite frankly.

"OK, congratulations to you guys, hehe." Little Black smirked and went upstairs.

Watching Little Black's back, Jackson showed a helpless look, "With this blabbermouth seeing this, it's as good as the whole police station knowing."

"Jackson, we should stick to being ourselves. Why care about outside comments? As long as we have a clear conscience, that's enough.

We live together, that's a fact, no need to deliberately hide it.

And don't forget, this is the police detective agency."

Jackson felt a bit deflated, "You're right. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."

"The captain already knew about it yesterday. As for Marcus... just ignore him," Jenny laughed.

The ignored Marcus sprinted into the office with the speed of a 100-meter dash, grinning from ear to ear, "Guess who I just saw?"

Matthew was looking down at his computer, Raymond didn't respond, and neither Luke nor the assistant team leader was there.

Little Black was puzzled, he clearly saw Luke's Mercedes, so why was nobody around?

"Where's Luke?"

Matthew lifted his head and pointed to the captain's office, "The captain is in the office."

...

Inside the captain's office.

Luke was wiping the desk with a cleaning cloth.

The desk wasn't dirty, but he still wanted to wipe it, considering it a familiar process.

Luke had been promoted to acting deputy team leader, and besides a change in salary and benefits, he had also acquired his own private office.

It felt great.

From now on, he could slack off openly.

After wiping all the items in the office, a process also familiar, Luke examined the space.

The whole office was about fifteen square meters, simply furnished with a desk, chairs, computer, sofa, filing cabinet, and water dispenser.

This was a private space, and Luke felt free to do whatever he wanted here.

Having organized his personal items, Luke sat in the office chair, not sure if it was psychological, but it did seem more comfortable than the chairs outside.

Luke glanced at the clock on the wall, it was exactly 9:05 AM. Although Susan had left, he intended to keep some of the good rules she had set, such as holding a morning meeting.

Many people disliked meetings, but police work is special, requiring teamwork and timely information sharing.

Luke, holding a file that needed additional evidence, walked out of the office, and called out to everyone, "Folks, time for the morning meeting."

Everyone gathered in the conference room, Luke sat at the head of the table, and it sure felt different.

Little Black took his seat at the bottom end, to be honest, it was his first time sitting there, "Where's the assistant team leader? I didn't see him."

"The assistant team leader took the day off to rest today," Luke replied nonchalantly. Although the assistant team leader was older, he seldom took days off.

But Luke could guess what the old man was thinking.

...

Southern Los Angeles, Suter Park.

An old man with white hair, carrying a case, walked along the riverside path, seeming somewhat distracted.

There were quite a few people fishing by the river. As the old man passed by, he looked on and walked a bit further, then stopped, surveyed the river, and set down his case.

He opened the case, took out a folding stool and sat down, then slowly assembled his fishing gear.

The old man was none other than Vincent, the assistant team leader of the Robbery and Murder Department.

"Ah..." Vincent sighed deeply, feeling somewhat frustrated.

Having been a policeman for over forty years, he was still just an assistant team leader, while that brat Luke could be his grandson, yet was promoted over him.

To say he had no complaints was unrealistic.

He was aware that the possibility of his own promotion at this age was minimal, and even if he was promoted, it wouldn't mean much. Even if Luke weren't the team leader, they might bring in a new leader from outside.

But understanding was one thing, and the heart still felt a disparity.

If a person can always remain rational, it only means that they do not care; when faced with something they care about, emotional turbulence is inevitable.

Today was Luke's first official day in charge, and the assistant team leader chose to go fishing.

He thought this would calm his emotions, to avoid unintentionally undermining Luke due to his own emotional control.

After all, it was better for everyone this way.

Vincent's fishing skills weren't great; his life had been busy, and he didn't have much time to fish. After fumbling for a while, he finally managed to bait his hook and cast it into the river.