The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"I bet the teller who served Mrs. Cook just now definitely has a blue car."

The two walked out of the bank and John had solved the case.

"His acting skills are terrible. I have never seen such a nervous murderer."

Jack also looked disappointed, "Let's go back to the police station. We still need to complete the chain of evidence. This guy thinks that if he puts his collar up and his sleeves down, others won't be able to find those scratches. This case is really boring."

The two returned to the police station, parked the car, and walked into the police station through the main entrance. They wanted to pass by the service desk to say hello to Lucy and make an appointment for a party in the evening, but they happened to see a familiar figure. The blond young woman was asking Lucy about an unknown Officer Nolan.

"Are you familiar with him?" The blond young woman was trying to talk to Lucy.

"Well, it's a bit familiar." Lucy smiled a little reluctantly.

"He seems to be a good and enthusiastic man." The blond young woman meant something.

Jack felt that Lucy was almost exhausted.

"It's okay, I think." Lucy's eyes wandered, as if she was remembering some past events.

"He saved my life." The blond young woman bit her lip, looking a little confused.

Lucy smiled awkwardly but politely,

Jack coughed slightly, drawing Lucy's attention to John who was trying to sneak out the side door.

"Ah, he's here!" Lucy felt like she was being pardoned. The young blond woman turned around when she heard the sound, with surprise in her eyes.

"Oh, hey, why are you here at the police station!" John, who originally wanted to bend down and sneak away, straightened up and turned around quickly, pretending to be surprised.

"You should rest at home."

The blond young woman had a shy face and a peach blossom look on her face, as if she had met the one she loved.

"The hospital checked me all over and found nothing wrong, so I thought about stopping by the police station on my way home."

Jack moved sideways and stood next to Lucy, shaking the box of cookies in his hand at her. Lucy smiled knowingly, stretched out her hand to grab a piece, and the two of them crunched the cookies while watching the show.

"Thankfully, it's just a little skin burn."

The blond young woman stretched out a finger and lightly poked John's shoulder.

Jack felt that as long as he was given enough time, someone could almost add a 50-square-meter basement to the police station with just his toes.

"Oh, that's great. I'm glad you're okay." John's fake smile made the two spectators next to him get goosebumps.

"By the way, I also brought you some gifts. Uh. Just some muffins. You can share them with your colleagues."

The blond young woman turned to look at Jack and Lucy who were happily eating cookies behind the service counter, and gave a friendly smile.

They both raised their hands at the same time and smiled in return.

"Wow, you are really very kind and thoughtful, but it is completely unnecessary. Well, to be honest, I think you should go home quickly and get more rest."

The smile on John's face almost froze.

"Okay, maybe you can stop by my house and see me later."

The blond young woman's eyes were drawn, she bit her lip lightly, looking at John with eyes full of expectation.

Jack and Lucy looked at each other with exaggerated expressions and their mouths became O-shaped.

"I uh. It's still early to get off work, and I already have" John started to stutter, not knowing what to say.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. I can understand a good man. No matter what, thank you." The blond young woman was a little disappointed, but she finally left politely and left, leaving only a large basket of muffins.

"Two boxes of Partagas, you still have a chance to regret it now." Jack turned into a blackmailer again.

"The waffles are mine, and I will distribute them to everyone for you. Wow, they are so heavy!" Lucy reached out to pick up the large basket of waffles on the service table, but she almost lost her waist due to the heavy weight.

"Shut up, you two, she was just kind-hearted and wanted to thank me for saving her." John became angry and turned around to sneak away.

"Hey, it's just two boxes now. You might be the one begging me to take it by night." Jack quickly chased after him.

The two of them walked into the office area laughing and joking, and saw that Angela had sorted out a thick pile of information and placed it on the table.

"Angela, I think we have."

Before John finished speaking, Detective Calderon on the other end came over aggressively and asked in a bad tone.

"Lopez, I heard you've been reviewing robbery records."

"Yes, sir." Angela stood up and faced her, her face looking normal, and anger surging in her eyes.

"Didn't I tell you not to investigate?" the female police detective's voice rose, attracting the attention of people around her.

John hesitated to speak, but was pulled back by Jack. Angela was not a plasticine character and could be kneaded at will. Being targeted like this in public, she must fight back, otherwise even if she joins the police detective team in the future, Life won't be easy either.

What they should do is not to help her decide the winner or loser verbally, but to help sort out the clues of the case so that they can truly shut up the other party.

Jack picked up the stack of organized information on the table and began to read through it. At the same time, he continued to listen to the tit-for-tat exchange between the two policewomen.

"Yes, sir." Angela repeated again, with a look of helplessness on her face.

"Let me tell you this, I have reviewed the case records you dug up, and they can't explain anything."

Detective Calderon took a step forward as he spoke. The two women looked at each other, and the atmosphere became tense.

"I thought you were just sleeping with the enemy, but I didn't expect that you had joined the enemy and started to fight against us."

What is this and what? Jack was confused when he heard it and looked up at John. John was also confused and shook his head to express that he did not understand.

Angela understood immediately: "Sleeping with the enemy? Are you targeting me because of Wesley?"

Detective Calderon gave an expression that you only understand: "Joanna Kelly was murdered on her way home from school last year. It took us several months to get the suspect under control, and then she was procedurally manipulated by your boyfriend. If you find fault, you have to let the person go.”

Angela almost laughed angrily: "If you can make the case seamless, he can't make a fuss about the procedures, right?"

As she said that, she turned around and took the pile of information from Jack's hand: "There were three other robberies, all in the blocks near today's murder, and everyone saw a blue car leaving the scene."

Detective Calderon's momentum has weakened by three points, but he is still arrogant: "This doesn't mean anything."

Angela snorted, "So, what if every victim withdrew a large amount of cash from the same bank on the same day they were robbed?"