"Fuck!"
The next morning.
As soon as Luke opened his eyes, he couldn't help but curse.
He had gone to the bar party last night to celebrate his promotion to Detective Chief.
According to Reid, the police force had gained a rising new star.
But the moment he stepped out of the bar, he fell from grace.
Luke had been waiting for a call, hoping the patrol officers would find his motorcycle quickly, but there was no response.
Luke originally planned to go shopping today to buy some things that were missing at home, but now, without his motorcycle, even leaving the house was inconvenient.
He had no choice but to change his plans and buy a new vehicle first.
Luke had never bought a car in Los Angeles and needed to find someone knowledgeable for advice.
His colleagues were all at work, while he had taken a few days off to rest.
It wouldn't be good to bother a colleague to go look at cars with him.
A while later, Luke picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Hi."
