Chapter 139: Mr. Locke, Don't Act Like You've Caught Someone in the Act

"Joe Faulkner?" Andrew Locke's eyebrows arch playfully.

Vincent Lane nodded.

When Andrew Locke took the phone, he had an ominous feeling, vaguely sensing that Joe Faulkner's call was not so simple.

"Mr. Locke! Come over, will you?" On the other end, Joe Faulkner looked at Nora Hart sitting in front of him, scratching his head in frustration, pushing his already receding hairline even further back.

"Where?" Andrew Locke asked cluelessly.

"Police station, duh!" Joe Faulkner took a deep breath.

"If it's business, talk business. If it's nothing, hang up."

"Miss Hart has dislocated someone's arm. They've made a fuss and taken it to the police station. You coming or not?" Joe Faulkner spoke helplessly, out of all the cases in the world, but when he saw Nora Hart, he knew for sure this was no simple matter.

Miss Hart inherently carried the "hot search" gene; every time she came to the police station, it was never straightforward.