New Situation at the 15th Precinct

Looking at the profiles of the two people that Little Snail projected onto his sunglasses, Luke invited them in. "Okay, Misty, George. Come in and talk."

They didn't find it strange.

Some people didn't like police officers entering their homes. It could be because there was something shady inside, or it could be purely because they didn't like police officers "invading" their personal space.

But some people also didn't like the police blocking the door. If the neighbors saw it, they might think that they had committed a crime.

The two visitors didn't feel any surprise, until they reached the second floor.

Luke wasn't old, and they thought that he lived on one floor of this building. However, there was no living room on the first floor, while the second floor had a spacious living room.

This wasn't something that an ordinary person could afford.

Luke invited them to sit down and gestured at the coffee pot. "Want some?"