Super Detective in the Fictional World

tried to defend him.
She even got Dustin to vouch for him.

It was hard to say whether or not Dustin’s words had really helped.
After all, it was the FBI investigating Luke, and the commanding officer of the Major Crimes Division wasn’t powerful enough to influence them.

However, Luke still appreciated Dustin’s efforts.

He felt that with such a partner and boss, his life in Los Angeles would be more comfortable than it had been in Houston.

Three hours later, the plane landed at Kennedy Airport.
Luke and Elsa left the airport and hailed a cab.

The cab driver was a black lady; Luke couldn’t quite tell how old she was.

The cab was new, and the black driver, who was wearing green sportswear, was quite good at squeezing through traffic.

Luke chatted with the talkative driver, and praised the cab and her skills.
The driver was quite happy.

When he got out, Luke even asked for the driver’s card.

After all, he might need a car during his investigation here, and sometimes a local driver might prove useful.

The driver drove her cab away.
Elsa looked at Luke and said curiously, “If I hadn’t seen Selina before, I would’ve thought you were hitting on the driver.”

Sweating, Luke said, “Elsa, has it not occurred to you that the driver is very familiar with New York?”

Elsa didn’t think it was a big deal as she walked on.
“Is any cab driver not familiar with New York?”

Luke followed her with his suitcase.
“In case you forgot, she mentioned that she was in food delivery before, and she holds the record for the quickest delivery made.”

Elsa said, “Oh… huh? Wait, are you saying…”

Luke grinned.
“The person at the top of any trade must have extraordinary qualities.
She must be more familiar with New York’s environment than a regular cab driver.”

Elsa said, “Okay, fair enough.
But what’s the point?”

Luke replied, “Just in case; what if we need a driver during our investigation who doesn’t work for NYPD?”

Elsa couldn’t help but stop.
She gazed at Luke for a moment, then sighed.
“You’re not wrong.
Every successful person has extraordinary abilities of their own.
I’ve been wondering how you found the father and the daughter to help you out and finish off the terrorists so perfectly.
Now, I think it may be your talent for noticing anything that may be of use to you everywhere you go.”

“I’ll get shy if you keep praising me like that.” Luke smiled.
As if I would tell anyone that I have a hack.

Elsa shook her head with a smile.
“Alright, give me a card then.
I saw that you got two from her.”

Luke gave her one of the cards from the black driver.

Elsa read the card.
“Bell? Number, XXXXXXXX? That’s all? There isn’t even a full name on her card.”

Luke smiled mysteriously.

Elsa noticed it.
“What’s wrong?”

Luke replied, “If my guess is correct, this driver might be willing to do certain things that aren’t entirely legitimate, since she seems into downtown racing.”

Elsa was speechless.
“…Now how did you figure that out?”

Luke said, “She mentioned that she loves racing, so I paid special attention to her license plate, and noticed something fishy.”

Elsa said, “…Her license plates can be switched out anytime?”

Luke: “Hehe.”

As they talked, the two of them walked into NYPD.