Chapter 166 Good Mood and Great Food
Luke read the file. “Bobby Max, an… animal tamer in a circus? Well, that’s fun. He’s good at taming animals and getting them to perform?”
Luke had some doubts. “As a professional, he earns at least 200,000 dollars a year, right? Why would he steal a diamond pendant?”
Elsa grimaced and said, “I called Sheerah. She told me that this Bobby once confessed his feelings for her, but she rejected him.”
Luke was lost for words. Seriously? Bobby wasn’t on the same level as Sheerah at all.
Of course, that wasn’t important. The important thing was that his job was hardly what a girl would like; Sheerah certainly wouldn’t, given how she was allergic to animal fur.
Reading the rest of the file, Luke shook his head. “It seems that he gave up his life for love.”
Bobby was good at his job, and had been living a decent life.
But after developing an obsession with Sheerah, he quit his job to pursue her.
With no income, he used up his savings in a year.
There was no telling what Bobby was doing now to make a living.
But the man was keeping himself warm and fed at least, if the chimpanzee was stealing things for him. His life couldn’t be too hard.
After all, few people would call the police if they lost a handful of bucks or some fake items, since the police usually didn’t have time for such trivial cases.
Luke stood up and said, “Let’s go try finding this guy.”
Elsa was surprised. “Are you sure?”
Luke said, “It won’t hurt to try. We’ve got nothing better to do anyway.”
Elsa realized that did make sense. She stood up and left to get her car.
Luke, on the other hand, had his own plan.
Bobby’s ability might be useful to him.
He had never met Bobby before, but he had smelled Bobby’s chimpanzee, which carried Bobby’s scent.
It wasn’t easy to locate the man in a city as big as Los Angeles, but the file mentioned the area where Bobby was most active.
All Luke needed to do was patrol the main streets in the area and see if he could detect Bobby’s scent or his chimpanzee’s smell.
After an hour’s drive, Luke and Elsa finally reached the district.
It was a district with decrepit buildings and a problematic community. There was no telling how many crimes had happened here, nor was it possible to investigate all of them.
Looking at the environment, Luke was abruptly struck by an idea: Should he start his career as a vigilante here?
L.A.’s crime rate had always been high. It was one of America’s cities of sin.
The Hollywood district where Luke was stationed was the territory of the rich, so it was safer there. The civilian neighborhoods south of USC, however, weren’t as peaceful.
But that was a good thing for Luke. His mood picked up.
He looked out the window greedily, as if he were looking at a garden full of fruits.
Elsa and Luke roamed the streets. At noon, Luke said, “Let’s go. That’s enough for today. I’ll buy you lunch.”
Elsa found that odd. “Why?”
Luke went with a believable excuse. “Because I’m happy I met my uncle.”
Elsa was suspicious. “Are you that close to your uncle?”
Luke chuckled. “Well, he’s my goal. One day, I’ll turn down whatever’s not to my taste, just like him.”
Elsa agreed with him. “That’s true. Your uncle’s a top specialist in the country. You have one more person who’s got your back.” She stopped, or else it would sound like she was jealous of Luke.
Luke didn’t really care. Who was his true patron? Tony Stark, of course!
How could he have transferred to LAPD if it wasn’t for Tony Stark?
Who would dare investigate him? If they found out that it was Tony Stark who sent Luke here, would they have the courage to arrest him?
Soon, Elsa drove to the destination on Luke’s map. She was suspicious. “Is there good food here?”
Luke picked up the phone and tapped the navigation bar, and a gentle female voice said, “Destination: Home Taste Tea House, a one-star Michelin restaurant.”
Elsa was reassured after hearing that it was a Michelin restaurant.
Even though the food might not be to her taste, its quality was guaranteed.
Elsa was quite unused to the hustle and bustle when they entered the place.
Unlike most American restaurants that were usually quieter, the customers in the tea house didn’t bother keeping their voices down.
Since there were a lot of people in the place, it was rather noisy.