The people's expressions varied.
Luke stared at the man with long brown hair, finally seeing his face clearly. It was indeed a man, wearing makeup, not very tall, dressed in a woman's red dress. With that previous intimate posture, it was easy to mistake him for a woman.
Luke waved his hand, "Take this 'lady' outside, I want to talk to Brett Martel."
The officers gradually left the room, leaving only Luke and Black questioning Brett Martel.
Brett Martel took the initiative to speak, "Sorry, I lied. He is not my friend. I... just wanted to have some fun."
Black looked curious, "Did you know he was a man?"
"Yes, I knew."
"Whose car is the one downstairs?"
"It's his."
"You admit to soliciting prostitution."
"Can you not tell my wife?"
"We can avoid mentioning your solicitation, but she thinks you've been missing. Now that we've found you, we have to let her know."
