Chapter 121 Mr. Williams's Suspicious Call
"Lucy, eat something,"

Talia took some time to come over with a small cake and found that Lucy had been looking at the French window.
Sitting next to her, he reached out and stroked this pitiful child who understood so much at such a young age, and spoke gently.

"I think Officer York is still busy, otherwise he would have come here by this time tonight."

However, Lucy turned around, blinked and smiled, "Aunt Talia, I just saw Uncle Yorks, and he said hello to me!"

But when it comes to this, Lucy is a little disappointed: "What a pity, I wanted to tell him tonight that I got the teacher's praise today and got the first place."

Talia was stunned for a moment, then looked up out the French window. She didn't see any police car parked there, but she still smiled.

"You can save it for next time and talk to Officer York."

Lucy nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

...............

Ermo Street.

York just drove onto this street lined with shops on both sides and an occasional bar. The intersection ahead could be seen from a distance, and the car was forced to stop at the intersection of the pedestrian street and the driveway, with the car moving sideways.

There were several men standing around the car on the other side of the street, leaning against the windows, doing something unknown.

At the same time, passers-by on the street would look at the car from time to time as they walked by.

York slowed down and looked at a bar on the street that had a security guard and ticket inspector at the door. It looked pretty good and shook his head.

"Another drunk, driving a pink modified BMW Z4, and it's obvious that the driver is a woman."

York got the information instantly and felt quite troubled, because drunk female drivers are a rather troublesome species.

In addition, most of those who can drive pink cars are probably young people.

You can also buy the modified version of the BMW Z4 and add this color, which means that the other party still has a little money.

This is a rich chick, York concluded from the information he saw at a glance.

As for those men who were getting closer and looking towards the car windows, they were probably just perverts.

It seems that this girl who has some money has a good appearance.

When they saw the police car appear, they quickly left the place and hid aside.

York stopped expressionlessly two meters behind the rear of the modified BMW Z4. After resetting the gear lever, he glanced at the passers-by who were looking at him curiously, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Ignoring the gazes from all around, he walked slowly towards the modified BMW Z4.

Looking through the light of the street lamp, York saw a figure with long hair from the rear window of the car.

After confirming that there was no one around and there was no risk, Yorks walked over, stopped in front of the driver's door, and looked down.

She is indeed a young, wealthy girl with decent looks, Caucasian facial features, a high nose and fair skin.

But people with such good looks are not that outstanding.

However, this young girl has a feeling of exposing her nude body. She is wearing a long skirt that exposes her shoulders completely. The whole skirt is supported only by thin shoulder straps. Under the shoulder straps are two elastic objects, and her long white legs are clearly visible underneath.

Yorks glanced at the men who were approaching the car, and asked them to avoid his gaze and leave with their heads down.

No, guys. You are really hungry.

Looking at the rich girl in the car, who was leaning back in the back seat, her mouth moving in a daze, mumbling something, Yorks reached out and knocked on the car window.

A miracle happened with great force. The car windows were visibly shaking.

dong dong!

The sound woke up the dazed woman. Her upper body kept shaking and her head turned along with it.

All York could see was that the woman glanced out the car window.

"Ma'am." Yorks continued to knock on the car window.

dong dong!

"Driver!"

As the sound continued, the woman finally stopped shaking, tilted her body to look towards the car window, and found him, the patrolman, standing there with the window rolled down.

As the car window was rolled down, the sound of music from inside came in. It was so loud that York, who was standing by the car door, felt his ears hurt when he put himself in the situation.

"Madam! Can you turn off the music?" he leaned over and shouted.

The woman's eyes were watery, and after the slight redness on her face from drinking faded, only the paleness remained. She just stared at him blankly.

York continued loudly and commandingly: "Turn off the music!"

As expected, a commanding tone is most effective when dealing with drunk and confused people. The woman subconsciously reached out and turned off the music.

At the same time, she seemed to be more sober under the influence of the human voice.

"Turn off the engine! Ma'am!" York continued in an imperative tone.

"Please remove the key, it's still on the dashboard."

The woman did as she was told, reached out to grab the key underneath, sniffed, took out the key, threw it on the dashboard in front of her, then stretched out her hands, looked up at York with an innocent look on her face.

With the patrol officer present, she became more sober.

"OK." York nodded with satisfaction and asked tentatively: "Ma'am, what is your name?"

Woman: "Daya La Wilkerson."

Seemingly sober, York said calmly, "Do you know where you parked your car, ma'am?"

"Uh." Daya took a glance and was still a little confused.

York continued to ask: "Are you hurt?"

"No!" Daya shook her head, probably knowing what she had done wrong, and explained.

"Uh, I just took a nap. Yeah, I just suddenly felt confused."

York: "So? How long have you been drinking tonight?"

"No." Daya leaned out of the window and looked up at the tall York.

"I just"

However, York interrupted her and said, "Do you know how strongly you smell of alcohol right now?"

From York's current perspective, this woman named Daya probably started drinking in broad daylight and has been drinking until now.

Daya: "My apartment is just in front, I..."

York continued to interrupt: "Madam, please get out of the car."

Hearing this, Daya's voice became excited: "Why? No, I said I didn't drink."

Yorks continued, "Please get out of the car, ma'am."

As he spoke, York began to pull the door handle and opened the door directly.

Daya: “I clearly said it.”

"Hurry up, come on!" York took a step back and continued to press.

"OK! OK! Yes! Sir!" Daya raised her hands, put her right hand on her forehead as a salute, then stretched out a long white leg and stepped on the ground, it can be seen that her height is at least 1.7 meters.

She shook her upper body, held on to the chair, and stood up and walked out.

"I'm coming out!"

"OK! I'll wait for you, come out." York pretended not to notice the leaked spring scenery and waited for the woman to fall to the ground.

"1, 2, 3!" I counted silently in my mind.

As a result, before Yorks could count to three, the woman, who could not stand to begin with and needed to hold on to the driver's seat to get out, suddenly fell to the ground like a mollusk and could not get up again.

"OK! OK!" She was still shouting.

"I haven't drunk any alcohol. I can stand."

York shook his head and remained standing: "Ma'am, do you have your driver's license?"

Daya: “In the car!”

"Since you are not sober right now, I need to go into your car to get your driver's license, ok?"

After explaining the reason for getting into the car, Yorks walked straight forward and leaned into the car.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma actually doesn't smell very good.

York held his breath. In fact, his purpose was to see if there was any contraband in the car.

The end result is, no.

Thinking it was a pity, York took out the other party's driver's license from the storage box in the car, checked it according to the procedure, and put it away.

Since the other party is still dazed and has a strong smell of alcohol on her body, it is basically impossible to determine that she is driving under the influence without conducting a breathalyzer test.

Because of the driver's license investigation, according to the response given by the dispatch center, this rich girl was driving under the influence for the first time, which was equivalent to a first offense. Either her driver's license would be revoked, or she would be sentenced to two or three days in prison and a fine for driving under the influence, ranging from a few hundred dollars to a thousand dollars.

"Ma'am, since you are suspected of drunk driving, I will now take you to the West Canyon Police Station for further processing."

After explaining the reason for taking them to the police station, Yorks took out the keys from the car, closed the door, wrote a list and put it on the front of the car, then reached out and pulled up Daya, who was so weak that she couldn't move, and prepared to take her to the police car. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Daya shook her body and resisted, with a childish look on her face: "No! I didn't drink! Not at all! Oh my god! I've been saying this, are you deaf?"

York's expression remained unchanged. He just forcibly grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and then took her to the police car.

With his current strength, it was easy for him to pick up such a thin woman with one hand.

It probably felt lighter than the barbell he lifted when he was lifting weights.

"Why! You still want to arrest me! I don't want to go to the police station! Fuck!"

Yorks filtered out the woman's trash talk and continued to drag her along, glancing at the street out of the corner of his eye.

At this time, there were already many onlookers on the street watching, as if they were watching a good show.

York said calmly, "So ma'am, how much did you drink? Look at you, you can't even stand now."

Daya stared at York: "I don't know, I'm fine! Maybe I just had a drink?
Could you please stop grabbing me!"

At this point, she suddenly became excited and tried to shake off the iron hand that was holding her arm, but she couldn't get rid of it at all. This man was as tough as a piece of steel.

"Fuck you! Damn it!" Daya cursed as she swung her fist. She suddenly found herself at the back door of the police car.

York smiled, opened the car door, forced her in, then closed the door and automatically filtered out her trash talk.

"I'll remember you! I'm going to sue you! How dare you mess with me!"

Yorks took a look inside and let the woman inside seem to be furious again. She kept kicking the car door in a yoga position. She moved around the rear of the car towards the driver's seat while picking up the intercom to report the current situation.

"10-L-11, calling the dispatch center, investigation completed, drunk driving requires a tow truck, at the intersection of Ermo Street and Dede Street, a modified BMW Z4."

Dispatch Center: "Received! Tow truck on the way."

After taking another look at the pink modified BMW Z4 still parked there, York opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

From behind came the woman's crying voice after giving up: "Please! Let me go home, I want to go home!"

York remained unmoved and continued to fasten his seat belt.

"Fuck you! Let me go home now! Pig!"

The woman's sudden change in voice and words made York shake his head, push the lever, step on the accelerator and leave.

"Fuck! You! You can't do this to me! Speak!"

Hearing this, York smiled, controlled the steering wheel with his right hand, and put his left hand on the car window.

"Stay still, this is just your first offense. If you cause trouble again, it will be different."

Daya started banging her head against the barrier window: "I'm from fucking Newport Beach!"

Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly. Newport Beach is located south of Los Angeles and is a paradise for vacation and leisure.

People who live in such places are basically celebrities or some well-known wealthy people.

As expected, she is a rich girl, but I don’t know if she is a star, or the child of some famous person or rich man.

Now, he finally understood why there were so many onlookers on the street just now.

"So this matter is not so serious to you. Be quiet! You are too noisy!" York said calmly.

"Please!" Daya begged, banging her head against the door repeatedly. Suddenly, she didn't know what was wrong with her, and she leaned back and slammed hard against the isolation window.

With a bang, she successfully knocked herself dizzy, swaying there and then falling to the ground.

York glanced at the rearview mirror and twitched the corners of his mouth. He really has a pretty aggressive personality.

"You can't break this thing." Yorks said as he looked at the rich girl reflected in the rearview mirror and shook his head, his eyes seemed to have focused more.

"Are you more awake now?"

Daya leaned her upper body against the isolation window for support, with her head on it, and looked at the tall York seriously.

"I swear to God! I can do it with you! I can blow you right now
I swear! As long as you let me go now! I will definitely fulfill my words, I never lie! "

The woman blurted out such a sentence, and Yorks couldn't help but cough dryly and said.

"Sorry, ma'am! I have a girlfriend!"

"Fuck! You! Fuck you! Pig!"

These words immediately broke Daya's defense, and he leaned forward again and rushed towards the isolation window in front of him. With a bang, he fell to the ground on the spot.

She succeeded in knocking herself out.

The world became quiet.

"hehe!"

York couldn't help but smile and drove towards the police station.

…………

West Canyon Police Department.

York sat back in the driver's seat and patted his uniform, trying to shake off the smell of alcohol. He had just carried the woman in to register.

The strong smell of alcohol on her body still remained a little bit.

"She drank a lot." York shook his head when he recalled the alcohol concentration result obtained from the woman's body during the test.

“I think my driver’s license will be revoked.”

After summarizing, York picked up the walkie-talkie.

"10-L-11, calling dispatch, resuming patrol."

Dispatch Center: “Received!”

Hearing the reply, Yorks pushed the lever and stepped on the accelerator to steer the Explorer patrol car towards the exit.

But before he left the police station, his personal cell phone suddenly rang.

York glanced at the vibrating phone on the slot and picked it up.

What puzzled him was that the caller was not from an acquaintance, but an unknown number, which made him feel unfamiliar.

"Who is it?"

York raised his eyebrows and dialed the number.

"Hello? Who is it?"

The next second, the voice coming from the phone reminded him of a person, Mr. Williams, the protagonist of the previous unresolved burglary case.

"Excuse me, are you Officer York?"

"It's me." Yorks asked tentatively as he controlled the car with one hand to merge into the traffic flow and prepared to drive to Jetta Coffee Shop.

"Mr. Williams?"

"It's me!" came the answer from the phone.

Yorks' heart was moved: "What's the matter, Mr. Williams?"

"You said before that if anyone harasses me again and calls you, you will definitely come."

York frowned. "So someone is still harassing you now? At this time?"

You know, it's only 8:30 in the evening.

"Yes! They went even further and smashed my window when I was away." Mr. Williams' voice came through the phone.

"This time, I saw clearly who they were, and they left evidence!"

Hearing this, York's eyebrows did not relax:
"OK! Mr. Williams, please wait for me for a moment. I'll be there now."

"Okay, Officer York! You are a good person. There are not many people like you in the world now, so thank you very much,"

York was stunned for a moment after hearing the old man's sudden sincere words. He seemed to think that the matter would not be resolved that night, so he left his phone number.

How come...

He wanted to say something, but Mr. Williams interrupted him in seconds.

"Okay, I won't bother you driving anymore. I'll just stay home and wait for you to come over."

"Uh, yes, Mr. Williams."

York looked at the phone that had been hung up by the other party, frowning.

He instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

The old man's voice was too calm, so calm that it was unlike any voice he had heard before. That night, the old man's voice at least had a little emotional fluctuation, unlike now.

"Forget it, no matter what it is, just go and see."

York pursed his lips, put the phone back in its place, controlled the steering wheel, slowly pressed the accelerator with his right foot, and drove towards the block where Mr. Williams was at a faster speed than usual.

(End of this chapter)