Luke flashed his badge, "LAPD."
"Sorry, I don't remember that name."
Luke took out Helson's photo, "This is his picture."
The white bartender picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, "No, I haven't seen him."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I've been coming to this bar for several years, and if he was a regular, I would definitely recognize him."
"Thank you," Luke took back the photo. He glanced at Jackson, who was still chatting with the bar's patrons.
Just as Luke had guessed, the cocktails hadn't decreased at all.
"Hey, Captain Lee," a woman's voice called out.
Out of the corner of his eye, Luke saw a familiar black sister approaching, "Journalist Jones, long time no see."
The bartender asked, "Beauty, what would you like to drink?"
"A cocktail," Pari Jones said, then looked towards Luke, "Captain Lee, I heard you got promoted to the head of the first squad."
"Acting head."
"Congratulations, you must be the youngest head in the detective bureau."
