Becker Community, Robert Sullivan's home.
Robert Sullivan was a tall white-haired elderly man who, at four in the afternoon, wheeled out the grill from the garage.
This grill had been with him for ten years, and to him, it was like a friend, an indispensable old pal in his life.
Grill, marinated meat, and chilled beer were gradually moved to the yard.
For a family head, a family gathering day was indispensable, the best way to enhance relationships among family members.
A black Mercedes G500 pulled up to the house, and a tall, dark-haired young man stepped out.
Robert was a bit surprised, "Hi, Detective Chief Luke, I didn't expect you to be the first one here."
Luke laughed, "I felt the call of the grill. And just a reminder, Grandpa, I'm now the Deputy Chief, Deputy Chief Luke."
"Really? You got promoted again?"
"Of course, you should see whose grandson I am."
"Good lad, you've got my style, much better than your uncle."
