Chapter 80 Keeping an Appointment
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"Director Russell, is it true that the shocking apartment serial murder case was solved in just one day? Could it be that the wrong suspect was arrested?"

Reporters' questions rang out on TV.

Russell had a calm face, with a steady and profound feeling, his eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see into people's hearts, he said calmly.

"Through our efforts, from discovery to investigation, it really only took one day to catch the suspect."

He paused and smiled:
“As for whether you arrested the wrong person, if there was not enough evidence, I would not be standing here today.”

The reporter who spoke smiled, nodded and sat down.

Another reporter raised his hand, and after getting permission, he asked, "Director Russell, can you reveal more details? For example, how was this serial murder case in the apartment discovered?
According to the information currently disclosed by the police, we all know that the longest time the victim died was as long as half a year, which shows that the murderer did a cover-up. "

Russell's expression did not change. As the highest administrative leader of the Los Angeles Police Department, he certainly knew all the details of the case. He knew that from beginning to end, his eldest son York, who was still a patrolman, played a big role.

This made him feel very proud, his expression remained the same but his eyes softened.

"I'm sorry, this involves confidentiality. I'm sorry I can't provide you with more information.

However, the police will release more details to the public who have been following this case.”

The reporter looked a little regretful and nodded, then sat down.

"The crime rate in Latino neighborhoods has been rising, and polls show that local residents generally lack trust in the police. What do you think about this?"

"I'm sorry, I don't respond to opinion polls, but what I can answer is that since I took office, the police force has increased every day, our officers are brave, responsible and dedicated, and the overall crime rate has been slowly declining. Next question."

The sound from the TV kept playing in the large, modern living room.

Seeing this, Yorks looked at his smiling father standing on the podium, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and left the TV station still broadcasting the press conference live. He stood up and walked to the back.

His father was indeed a man who had climbed up from the bottom. His every move was effortless. From his current perspective, he was completely impeccable.

York thought with emotion that for the first time he felt the feeling of being a big shot from his father.

Despite this, Yorks quickly put this boring feeling behind him because he was confident that he would become such a person in time.

He walked into the room, took off the clothes covering his body, threw the clothes into the laundry basket, and walked into the bathroom naked.

The mirror in the bathroom reflected his figure.

Compared to other muscular men who have layers upon layers of muscles, they are a bit bloated.

He was the kind of man where you could clearly see the boundaries between muscle groups, the fibres clearly visible, tightly interwoven into a tough web, the lines flowing so smoothly that each muscle fit closely against each other, the texture and lines faintly visible beneath the skin.

On the whole, he is very lean, with no excess fat covering him. Whether he is still or in motion, he shows a strength and explosive power.

York glanced at the mirror. At first he would admire himself, but now he was tired of it and felt it was just the same.

Yorks continued to walk deeper inside, crossed the partition and stopped at the bathing area, and began to turn on the shower, letting the water flow down.
To be honest, he was very curious whether Gregory would leave the Detective Bureau and be promoted somewhere else, or whether he would continue to work in the Detective Bureau.

For a senior detective like this who has been working for a long time, once he has solved several major cases in a row, he will be promoted faster than anyone can imagine, unless he does not want to climb up. But he knows that Gregory is not a man without ambition. After all, solving cases seriously is solving cases, and climbing up is still necessary.

There is a saying that goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, Yorks went alone to the appointment and drove his F150 Raptor back to the old place where he sniped Susanny.

The security in this place is actually okay, and it's quite prosperous, with neon lights everywhere, pedestrians walking around, and people gathering to play. After all, if the security is not good, the three-star Bay Hotel would not be opened in this place.

Arriving at the French restaurant called Maxim's, Yorks walked in under the guidance of the waiter and saw the dining area right in front of him.

The tables were neatly arranged, each covered with a crisp white tablecloth and decorated with exquisite tableware and fresh flowers.

The distance between the tables is just right, ensuring privacy between guests without appearing too crowded. A slender candle is lit on each table, and the flickering flames create a romantic and warm atmosphere.

Among the guests sitting there, two attracted his attention the most.

It was Gregory and Chris, who were looking at him now, each with their own expression.

Gregory looked awkward and stared at him, while Chris was waving at him and seemed to be in a good mood.

York smiled and said to the waiter who led the way, "The bill for that table will be charged to me later."

The waiter who led the way kept smiling and nodded slightly: "Yes, sir."

"Also, put all your signs up for me." Yorks walked towards the two of them as the waiter lowered his head slightly.

"Why are you so awkward?"

York picked up a chair from the neighboring table and pulled it to sit between them under the gaze of the two men. He looked at Gregory who had a depressed look on his face and smiled.

"Never been to a place like this?"

Gregory lowered his head and moved closer to Yorks, saying in a low voice: "Why do all the men and women come here in pairs? Damn, the place you chose is terrible!"

York glanced at the guests around him. He didn't notice them when they came in, not to mention that they were all pairs of men and women tonight.

"It wasn't like this when I came."

Yorks asked curiously, "You've been a detective for several years. Do you still care about other people's eyes?"

Gregory picked up his knife and fork and started cutting the foie gras in front of him.

"Why not? I'm just an ordinary person." Gregory paused and glanced at York.

"I'm not as thick-skinned as you."

York shrugged as his answer, and when he saw the waitress coming over, he moved sideways to give her more space to put the food on the table.

Chris couldn't help but interrupt and laughed, telling the truth: "Actually, he just thinks it's too expensive. After seeing the prices here, he kept complaining, and of course he scolded you too."

(End of this chapter)