soon.
Lake understood what was happening. After all, he had experienced this kind of thing before.
Of course.
Lake didn't experience it personally, but because of Betty. At that time, Lake had just returned from the army on leave, and Ross and Karen happened to be having some time for themselves at night. Suddenly, Betty screamed.
Then...
Lake ran to the pharmacy in the small town without changing his expression and brought back bread of various sizes.
Thank God.
Lake thought he had to teach Betty how to use it. Fortunately, the owner of the pharmacy at that time called Karen, and Karen came back in time to replace Lake.
menarche.
As we all know, menarche is a sign of a girl's maturity.
so...
Is Skye cooked?
Bang!
Lake came back to his senses, slapped himself, and dismissed the idea of a certain ghost father. He took a sip of the bourbon in front of him, closed his eyes, and silently recited ABCDEFG...
It's a terrible thought to have.
It's like Lake has never been interested in Betty. Are you crazy? People raised you like their own son, and now you turn around and steal someone else's daughter.
Is this reasonable?
Although many people think that Lake has no bottom line, Lake dares to swear that he still has some bottom line of his own.
After a while.
After the Cassels left, Skye, who had changed into a new set of clothes, came down from upstairs with an expressionless face and greeted Lake who was sitting at the bar.
Lake pointed to the pizza he had just bought in front of him: "Just in time, it just arrived."
Skye sat down.
Lake would not be so tactless as to ask this question. In fact, as usual, after finishing his meal with bourbon, Lake clapped his hands and went back to the study.
Wait until it's almost time to rest.
Skye knocked on the study door and said to Lake who was sitting there looking at the computer, "Thank you, Lake."
Lake looked up: "I'm a lumberjack."
Skye blinked.
Lake smiled and said, "When you go to your foreign language class, you can ask your teacher about homophonic characters."
Skye nodded, not quite understanding.
Ten days later!
As usual, Skye and Alexis took the shuttle bus to Midtown High School to continue swimming in the ocean of knowledge.
Lake was driving to the National Landmark Building in New York to go to work.
but...
Lake stood on the side of the road, telling the newly promoted deputy director David that he might be there late, then hung up the phone and looked sadly at the burning car emitting black smoke not far away.
Has the car that has been with him all over the country since he came to New York finally reached its end?
The people from the repair shop arrived quickly.
The mechanic's inspection confirmed Lake's suspicions, and he marveled, "This car has only just been written off. I've been repairing it for so many years, and according to my estimation, it should have been scrapped two or three years ago."
Lake sighed: "Is there any possibility of rescue?"
The repairman said, "It's possible, but it's not cost-effective."
Lake asked, "How much?"
The repairman gave the repair cost: "About ten thousand dollars."
"...How many?"
"This car has been burned, sir."
"…"
Lake thought about it, and finally, after considering it, he decided not to extend the life of this old friend. He directly paid the towing fee, and then chose to take a taxi away without looking back.
What a joke.
With the $10,000 repair fee, he could buy a better Porsche Cayenne by adding a little more money.
In fact, Lake did the same.
Two hours later.
Lake took the brand new key from the sales manager Job Lewis in front of him, opened the latest white Porsche Cayenne in front of him, and drove the new car directly to the New York State Land Building.
A new car is a new car.
Although Lake spent nearly 50,000 US dollars this time, it was worth it. His old car before had noises everywhere except the audio system. Although it was easy to drive, it was frankly not very comfortable.
This time, if the old car only cost about a thousand dollars, Lake might have tried to save it, but ten thousand dollars was unnecessary. After all, Lake had only spent a few hundred dollars to buy it.
Lake has always believed that a car is just a means of transportation, so even though his previous car had many problems, Lake still chose to make do with it.
Return to your office.
"Tiffany."
"Sir."
Lake handed the keys and some documents for purchasing a new car to his assistant: "Please take it to the vehicle management office to register it, and by the way, ask them to make a new license plate for my original one."
A new car must have a new license plate, but Lake likes his original license plate number.
LKNB!
Lake is awesome!
This is a license plate customized by Lake himself. Although it seems meaningless to many people, it is very meaningful to Lake.
Tiffany nodded, took the key and information, and walked towards the elevator.
Lake found David and chatted with him while drinking coffee.
David was amazed at Lake's promotion speed, but he was not jealous. After all, his promotion speed was quite good. Moreover, David also thanked Lake.
Lake waved his hand and said, "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future."
indeed.
Minister Kelly promoted David because of their previous experience as partners. The most important point was that although Lake was very capable in handling cases, he was just a slacker most of the time. David was different. His work attitude was very obvious. Whether in his previous unit or in the action team, he was capable.
Lake then said to David, "I'm taking a day off tomorrow and going to Los Angeles."
David nodded: "Okay."
Lake said, "It should be about a month. I'll be there quickly and back soon, and then you can take a vacation."
David smiled and said, "For me, the most painful thing is taking a vacation. If there is another thing, it is a long vacation."
Lake laughed out loud: "Then don't tell your wife this."
David waved his hand.
Just then.
Tiffany knocked on the door and came in with a strange expression on her face.
Lake raised an eyebrow. He thought Tiffany had already finished it, but it seemed like less than ten minutes had passed. "So fast?"
Tiffany looked at Lake with a strange expression: "Sir, I can't find your car."
Lake said, "It's parked in the parking space next to our building with the national flag. It's very obvious, it's white."
There's no reason.
Lake added, "White, Porsche Cayenne, SUV, newly bought."
Tiffany was a little confused: "Yes, I looked around the parking lot, and there really isn't one."
Lake: "…"
Ten minutes later.
Standing in the parking lot, Lake felt like he was about to explode.
Good job.
The reason why Lake chose to buy that used car was because there were many car thieves in New York, so buying an old car with many years of history would not make him a target.
But he never expected that he would fall into the trap.
and...
He had just bought the car and hadn't had time to purchase insurance or anything like that yet.
Are you crazy?
In public, in broad daylight, and right at the doorstep of his own lair, his new car, which he had just bought less than half an hour ago, disappeared naked like that?
Have guts!
Lake took a deep breath and looked at Tiffany who was running over from a distance and said, "What did the monitoring room say?"
Tiffany said, "Several surveillance cameras in the parking lot were upgrading their software systems this morning."
"What's the meaning?"
"The entrance and exit surveillance cameras on both sides of the parking lot have been turned off."
"…"
Tiffany looked at Lake, whose face was filled with anger. "Sir, do you want to contact the New York Transportation Authority?"
Lake said without hesitation: "The car of a senior director of the Department of Homeland Security was stolen in front of his own house. Do you think it is appropriate to tell the New York City Transportation Authority about this?"
Said.
After a pause, Lake said to Tiffany, "Just take over the New York Transportation Authority's system. If they ask, just say we're tracking a suspicious car."
After all, Lake had worked in the New York Police Department. If the people at the Transportation Department knew that his car was stolen, George, Beckett, and Joe would probably call him within five minutes.
And Lake could guarantee that it was definitely not a call expressing concern.
Just as Lake had just told his assistant Tiffany, the car of a senior NSA executive was stolen in the parking lot of his own homeland building. Without a doubt, this was hot news.
Damn, I want to see how brave that guy is.
Steal my car?
Fuck!
soon.
National Operations Center.
All the surveillance footage near the New York Department of Transportation was reviewed. During this period, the Department of Transportation sent an inquiry, and Homeland Security told the Department of Transportation the reason that Lake had just thought of.
After a while.
A land agent pointed to the surveillance camera on the left side of the Land Building parking lot, near the main road.
A white Porsche Cayenne without any logo and even with a new car protective film on the roof appeared on the surveillance screen, and then disappeared with a whoosh.
"Here, pull up the surveillance footage from Sixty-seventh Street."
"Turn to Sixty-sixth Street."
"Nothing."
"There's a small path above Sixty-sixth Street that leads to Fifty-seventh Street."
"Found it. Got up Fifty-seventh Street and passed Forty-seventh Street."
"No, the surveillance on Forty-seventh Street is broken."
"And then?"
Lake sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, looking at the new car in front of him that was tracking him just an hour ago.
It's almost a race against time.
If there is a golden hour for solving child kidnapping cases in New York, then the golden hour for solving vehicle theft cases is only a short two hours.
reason?
After more than two hours, the car may have left New York. As for where it went, it could be all over the world, just like many illegal taxis from all over the world flow into New York every year.
And even in New York.
Those skilled car thieves will swear on their honor that after two hours, even if you stand in front of your car, you will not be able to recognize it.
…