A criminal investigator transmigrated to America and became a detective in the Los Angeles Police Department. After overcoming initial confusion, he solved numerous notable cases and gained international renown, becoming known as the most legendary sleuth in history…
Becca Community.
Luke's grandfather lived here, just a ten-minute drive from the Eno community.
Harley parked in front of a white villa where a tall white-haired old man was tending a barbecue grill, none other than Luke's grandfather, Robert Sullivan.
"Wow, Luke, glad to see you still remember where my house is. I thought our next meeting would be at my funeral."
"Grandpa, I've been wanting to come, but there's always some nonsense in the police station, you know." Luke took out a bottle of whiskey from under the car seat, "A little gift for you."
"Don't think a bottle can..." Robert took the whiskey, pausing mid-sentence, "Oh, this isn't a cheap one."
"Glad you like it."
"Welcome to the gathering."
"Hey, isn't that Luke?" A burly white man with a large beard came out of the house, his head swaying as if he was a bit drunk.
"Hi, Val, long time no see."
The man greeting was Luke's uncle Val Sullivan.
"Beer?"
"Sure."
The bearded man tossed Luke a bottle of beer.