"I bet that teller who served Mrs. Cook just now definitely owns a blue car."
The two walked out of the bank; Nolan had already solved the case.
"His acting was terrible. I've never seen such a nervous killer."
Jack also looked disappointed. "Let's go back to the station. We need to perfect our chain of evidence. This guy thought that if he turned up his collar and rolled down his sleeves, no one would notice the scratches. This case is so boring."
The two returned to the station, parked their car, and deliberately entered through the main entrance, intending to stop by the service desk to say hello to Lucy and arrange a party that evening. However, they spotted a familiar figure: a still-attractive blonde woman asking Lucy about Officer Nolan.
"Are you familiar with him?" the blonde woman asked, trying to get information out of Lucy.
"Uh, sowhat familiar." Lucy smiled sowhat reluctantly.
"He seems like a kind and helpful man." The blonde woman hinted.
Jack sensed Lucy was about to lose her composure.
"It's alright, I think," Lucy's eyes darted around, as if recalling so past events.
"He saved my life." The blonde woman bit her lip, her expression sowhat dazed.
Lucy gave an awkward but polite smile.
Jack coughed lightly, drawing Lucy's attention to Nolan, who was trying to sneak away through the side door.
"Ah, he's here!" Lucy exclaid as if granted a reprieve. The blonde woman turned around at the sound of her voice, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Oh, hey, what brings you to the police station!" Nolan, who had been trying to slip away, suddenly straightened up, turned around quickly, and feigned surprise.
"You should be resting at ho."
The blonde woman blushed, her face flushed, as if she had t her sweetheart.
"The hospital gave a thorough check-up and found nothing wrong, so I thought I'd stop by the police station on my way ho."
Jack swiftly moved to stand next to Lucy, shaking the box of cookies in his hand at her. Lucy smiled knowingly, grabbed a cookie, and the two of them crunched away, watching the scene unfold.
"Thank goodness you were there."
The blonde woman poked Nolan's shoulder lightly with a finger.
Jack thought that given enough ti, Nolan could practically add a 50-square-ter basent to the police station just by using his toes.
"Oh, that's great, I'm so glad you're alright." Nolan's fake smile gave the two onlookers goosebumps.
"By the way, I brought you so gifts… uh… just so muffins, you can share them with your colleagues."
The blonde woman turned to Jack and Lucy, who were happily eating cookies behind the counter, and gave them a friendly smile.
The two raised their hands simultaneously, returning the smile.
"Wow, you're really kind, so thoughtful, but it's completely unnecessary, uh, honestly, I think you should go ho and get so rest." Nolan's smile almost froze.
"Okay, maybe you can stop by my house later."
The blonde woman's eyes were prickly, she bit her lip, and looked at Nolan with anticipation in her eyes.
Jack and Lucy exchanged a glance, their expressions exaggerated, their mouths forming an "O."
"I… I still have a long ti before I get off work, and I already have…" Nolan stamred, unsure of what to say.
"Ah, it's okay, I can always understand a good man. Anyway, thank you." The blonde woman was sowhat disappointed, but ultimately politely took her leave, leaving behind only a large basket of muffins.
"Two boxes of Partagas, you still have a chance to back out." Jack once again transford into a blackmailer.
"The muffins are mine, I'll help you distribute them to everyone. Wow, so heavy!" Lucy reached for the large basket of muffins on the counter, but almost strained her back from the heavy weight.
"Shut up, you two. She was just being kind, thanking for saving her." Nolan was embarrassed and angry, turning and slipping away.
"Hehe, it's only two boxes now, but by tonight you might be begging to accept them." Jack quickly chased after him.
The two walked into the office area laughing and joking, and saw that Angela had already organized a thick stack of docunts and placed them on the table.
"Angela, I think we've already…" Nolan hadn't finished speaking when Detective Calderon strode over aggressively, questioning her in an unfriendly tone.
"Lopez, I heard you've been reviewing robbery case records."
"Yes, sir." Angela stood up, facing her directly. Her expression appeared calm, but her eyes were blazing with anger.
"Didn't I tell you not to investigate?" The female detective's voice rose, drawing stares from those around them.
Nolan hesitated, but Jack grabbed him. Angela wasn't made of clay; she couldn't be easily manipulated. Being targeted like this in public would definitely provoke a fight back. Otherwise, even if she joined the detective team, her life wouldn't be easy.
Their job wasn't to help her win an argunt, but to help her clarify the case's clues so they could truly shut her up.
Jack picked up the stack of organized docunts on the table and began to review them, while simultaneously listening attentively to the two female detectives' heated exchange.
"Yes, sir," Angela repeated, her face showing a defiant "what can you do about it?" expression.
"Let put it this way," Detective Calderon said, stepping forward. The two won locked eyes, the atmosphere tense.
"I thought you were just sleeping with the enemy, but it turns out you've joined them and started working against us."
What was all this about? Jack was confused. He looked up at Nolan, who was equally bewildered, shaking his head to indicate he didn't understand.
Angela imdiately understood: "Sleeping with the enemy? Are you targeting because of Wesley?"
Detective Calderon gave her a knowing look: "Joanna Kelly was murdered on her way ho from school last year. It took us months to apprehend the suspect, then your boyfriend nitpicked the procedures and we had to release him."
Angela almost laughed in exasperation: "If you can make the case flawless, he won't be able to tamper with the procedures, right?"
She turned and took the stack of files from Jack's hand: "There are three other robberies, all in the sa neighborhood as today's murder. Soone saw a blue sedan leaving the scene in all of them."
Detective Calderon's montum had weakened slightly, but she still stubbornly insisted: "That doesn't prove anything."
Angela snorted coldly, "Then what if every victim withdrew a large sum of cash from the sa bank on the sa day they were robbed?"
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