"I actually quite like you,"
Pike laughed, "why?"
Luke said, "Your bald head makes a great target."
Pike laughed and rubbed his bald head.
The tall black man sitting on the sofa stood up, his face dark and threatening as he looked at Luke, clearly thinking it would take just a word from the boss to take Luke down.
Luke was not one to coddle him, "Put away your gun, and if you dare to polish that piece of junk again, I can't guarantee I won't get excited and shoot you.
"Don't test my patience, got it?"
Pike said with some dissatisfaction, "Detective Chief Luke, did you come here just to throw your weight around, to show off the might of the LAPD? If that's the case, then you can only leave."
"The one strutting around is you, the guy with the headscarf at the door, and this big idiot who can't stop wiping his gun. They are the ones irritating me."
"They always act like that, and I'm used to it. You're the first one to object.
I'm not targeting you; it's just their habit.
