Chapter 978 (1/2)

Selena looked at it, but she didn't find anyone.

Luke pointed at any time. ”They're both over there. It's a bit of a coincidence.”

However, they didn't care much.

There are more than 100 companies in this 50 story building.

Some people may not have met even after working in this building for several years.

The two groups are in the same building, maybe dozens of floors apart.

Waiting for the elevator to get up to the 32nd floor, the two found a hall with a sign at the door reading: ”despair” - Monroe Peterson exhibition.

Luke nodded. ”It should be here.”

The two walked into the exhibition hall and looked at the few spectators, and a series of quarrels that tried to keep them down but kept them up again and again.

Around the display wall at the door, the two entered the hall and saw the corner against the French window. The two men and women were quarreling on both sides.

Well, it's a bit ambiguous.

In fact, it's a young girl and a middle-aged couple who are quarreling, and behind the girl stands a man with long and untidy middle-aged hair, but he just looks up and looks out of the window without saying a word, indifferent to the quarrel that happened nearby.

Luke and his wife took a look at each other, but pulled out the badge wallet and hung it in front of them.

Or Lu Kexian said: ”excuse me, who called the police?”

The woman in the middle-aged couple immediately turned around and said, ”what did your police do for food? I've just sent someone... ”

At this time, angry she finally saw Luke's face, originally wanted to rush out of the complaints were suddenly interrupted.

Luke had a faint smile on his face.

This is actually the typical expression of his work.

The smile is not very kind, but also not alienated, with a polite and gentle attitude, but not too attentive.

This smile is like a little warm but not hot boiled water, which suddenly reduces the raging anger of middle-aged women.

The middle-aged man next to her had a better mood control. At the moment, he said, ”it's my wife who called the police.”

Luke, with a nod of his head, asked, ”is it Mrs. Aurora Soderberg?”

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but nodded: ”yes.”

Luke confirmed the identity of the informant according to the process, and then continued to ask, ”excuse me, who was the fraudster you said when you reported the crime?”

Aurora, a middle-aged woman, finally wakes up from her momentary stupor and almost without thinking raises her hand to the opposite side: ”it's this man. Catch him quickly.”

This style is really rich! ”Mrs. Soderberg, unless this gentleman is wanted, we have no right to arrest him until the judge issues an arrest warrant,” Luke said

Aurora choked again, and immediately changed her voice: ”he hit me. Now you arrest him right away and wait for the police to interrogate him.”

As soon as she said this, the girl across from her immediately called out, ”Mom, what are you doing?”

The middle-aged man beside Aurora also wryly smiled, took his wife's arm and dragged her behind him: ”I'm sorry, my wife is a little emotional, two detectives don't care what she said.”

Luke's smile was still on his face: ”excuse me, are you?”

”Jeffrey Soderberg.” The middle-aged man said, by the way, pointing to the girl opposite: ”this is my daughter, Lindsay Soderberg.”

Turning slightly, he pointed to the middle-aged man behind the girl: ”this is Monroe Peterson,” it is said, ”a painter.”

In his tone, the latter sentence was slightly accentuated, with the most obvious irony in his expression.