Chapter 964 - Eat Snacks and WatChapter a Show

Chapter 964: Eat Snacks and Watch a Show

At that moment, the door opened again.

The two looked over and saw Selina standing at the door with a smile. She handed Luke a bag and said, "Take your time."

Luke accepted the bag with a smile and made an OK gesture.

The door closed quietly again.

Beckett didn't say anything and just silently watched the two partners communicate.

She was quite curious about these colleagues who had transferred in a year after her.

As the best-looking person in the police department, she was naturally curious about the two players who had suddenly been transferred here.

And some time ago, there had been vague rumors about Luke.

Beckett became even more curious about them.

At the very beginning, she had thought that they were on par only in terms of looks; she was quite confident in her ability to handle cases.

She couldn't say that she was better than John and Joe, but she was good at what she did.

But if the rumors were true, her ability to handle cases would conversely become her weakness.

She wasn't jealous.

John and Joe were also detectives who were good at "taking action." She wasn't as good in this regard, and didn't intend to turn it into a competition.

Thus, she wouldn't compete with Luke and Selina in terms of "taking action."

Sensing her attention, Luke simply unzipped the bag and took out a lollipop.

Beckett: …What's going on?

Luke didn't look at her. He simply reached into his bag and said, "What do you like? Take your pick."

Looking at what he was holding, Beckett couldn't help but be even more stunned.

Lollipops, chewing gum, chocolate, and cupcakes were fanned out in his hands, like he was a magician.

After a brief daze, she hesitated before choosing chocolate.

The chocolate was a small, round, wrapped ball, which suited her taste best.

Carefully tugging off the wrapping, she asked in a low voice, "Do you like snacks?"

What she wanted to ask was, "How much do you like snacks?" It was rare for a detective to bring a bag of snacks with him.

Luke said, "We used a lot of energy. We should replenish our strength first and prepare for a long battle. Hm, if you can't wait, you can ask Javier and the others to spare someone."

"I think I'll wait here." After a brief hesitation, Beckett stuffed the chocolate into her mouth and shook her head.

Luke didn't say anything else and quietly sucked on his lollipop.

With his foundation and extraordinary abilities combined with his 40 Mental Strength, he could easily sense Beckett's emotions.

The woman didn't hate him, nor did she doubt him. Staying was just a matter of personal choice.

Of course, this beauty wasn't interested in him.

He wasn't the male lead in a novel, and beautiful women wouldn't cry and cling to him the moment they saw him.

Fine, he had often enjoyed this sort of treatment where beautiful women took the initiative, but most of the time, they would approach him with a smile, and wouldn't cry or pounce on him.

That was something only fans would do when they saw their idols, and he had never been an idol.

The family of three had more stamina than he had expected. They argued for 26 minutes before the first prolonged pause occurred.

During that time, Luke had already eaten a lollipop, three pieces of chocolate, and a cupcake.

As for Beckett, she had unknowingly eaten a piece of chocolate and was now eating a cupcake.

She had no idea why, but when Luke asked her if she wanted more, she accepted.

Was it because of how he enjoyed the food? Or was it because she couldn't help but want to eat snacks while watching the show? She was puzzled.

It was when she was halfway through her cupcake that the family took a break.

When Jeffrey saw the two people standing at the door, he frowned. "Officer, is this how you work cases?"

He had already seen the cake in Beckett's hand, which made him feel as if he was part of a sideshow.

Watching his family like they were a joke, these two detectives didn't want their jobs anymore!

Luke stepped forward and shielded Beckett behind him. He took out three unopened bottles of mineral water from his bag and placed them on the table. "Have some water first, Mr. Soderberg. Your throat is a little hoarse. Also, ladies, have some water and take a break."

Frowning, Jeffrey looked at the bottle of water, and couldn't say anything derisive.

The price of FIJI water had yet to skyrocket, and after all, it wasn't as if this bottle was 24K pure gold, and the cap wasn't studded with diamonds.

Yet, whether in terms of price, taste, or even customer base, it couldn't be used as a source of ridicule.

His wife, however, couldn't care less. She grabbed a bottle of FIJI and gulped down half of it.

The reason why they stopped arguing was because her throat was on fire. She couldn't help but cough non-stop just now, and couldn't continue arguing anymore.

Now that she saw water, she couldn't care less about what Luke had been doing. Conversely, she hadn't noticed at all.

On the other hand, her daughter, Lindsay, was still young, and her voice hadn't given out yet.

However, she couldn't help following her mother, and grabbed one bottle to drink.

With the mother and daughter's actions, Jeffrey also gave in.

He was already in his fifties. Even if he wasn't the main force in the argument, he still found it difficult.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room finally cooled down.

Luke took out two bottles of water and gave one to Beckett, who was at the door, before he unhurriedly took a sip from his own bottle.

Seeing that the family wasn't going to continue, Luke slowly twisted the cap back on and played with the bottle of water as he said, "Now, everyone should calm down. Let's talk about how to resolve this."

The family of three stared at him in surprise.

It wasn't the first time they had quarreled in front of the police. Few police officers dared to interject.

Luke was making a futile attempt here.

This was a classic family dispute, and most of them just went around in circles.

For example, questions like "Why do I put up with you?" would basically get the typical "Then why should I put up with you?" in reply.

These sorts of lines, just like the famous "You're cold, you're heartless, and you're unreasonable," would never reach a conclusion.

How long an argument went on for didn't depend on whether the problem was resolved, but on when both parties got tired.

Without stamina, the two bickering parties could only go home and recover before the next argument erupted.

The problem was that the Soderberg family was rich and powerful in New York.

Of course, it was NYPD's problem, not the family's.