"I have never seen something so foolish in my entire life!" At the Disciplinary Department of the Police Academy, Department Leader Connor slammed his fist on the desk. His face was red with anger. "You two... what am I supposed to say about this? Are you kids having some kind of playground fight?!"Luke Sullivan and Yvonne Miller stood on opposite sides of the room. Both looked terrible - dirty uniforms, bruised faces, and messy hair. They glared at each other like angry dogs."I'm calling your departments right now!" Department Leader Connor shouted. His voice echoed in the small office. "Your bosses need to hear about this! What is this? You're both officers with good records! Look at yourselves! You're acting like street thugs! Throwing punches the moment you don't like each other? Are you trying to destroy this academy's reputation?"The department leader kept yelling, but Luke and Yvonne weren't listening. They stared at each other with pure hate in their eyes. It looked like t

Luke Sullivan sat in his chair, thinking hard about everything that had happened to him. He was starting to see a pattern. The strange "Gen" symbol seemed to connect to his police work. The first time he saw "Gen" on his phone app, he caught the York Rape Case criminal that same day. When he rode that camel and caught the thief, "Gen" appeared again. During the Maimed Case, every time "Gen" showed up, he found important clues. It was clear now - "Gen" meant something good for his job as a detective.Vincent's announcement about transferring him also connected to his work. Maybe this happened because Luke got the "Gen" symbol. If "Dui" meant money, and "Gen" meant his career, what did the other symbols mean? Luke nodded to himself. Since he figured out two symbols, he could learn the rest in the next few days."I don't care if you get it or not," Vincent had no idea what Luke was thinking. He kept saying, "From now on, you handle cold cases!" He looked at his notes. "The Uptown Slaugh

"Angela ?! No way! Why is she calling me?" Luke thought he was dreaming when he saw her name on his phone screen. He let it ring a few times before picking up. He figured maybe Angela was calling because Justin West was bothering her again. But when Angela started talking, she was actually asking Luke to have lunch with her!"No way!" Luke felt like he had won the lottery. He never thought that the girl he had loved in his past life would ask him out for lunch! He was so excited his hands were shaking. It took him a long time to calm down. After getting the address, Luke rushed to a hot-pot restaurant on Brooklyn Road.The hot-pot place was called Excel Restaurant. It had been around for thirty years. The restaurant was in a two-story building that looked almost antique! The walls were made of green bricks, covered in marks that showed how old the building was. The owner kept everything traditional, so Excel Restaurant was very popular and always packed. Even at lunch time, you

The music in the karaoke room suddenly stopped when the red-faced man appeared at the door. He was wearing a sharp business suit and stood about six feet tall with broad shoulders. His honest, hardworking face filled the entire doorway. The troublemakers inside the room froze for a moment, surprised by his size. But they had numbers on their side. They stood up together, gripping their beer bottles like weapons, ready to take him down."Oh no!" Luke Sullivan was so excited he almost jumped out of his seat. How could he sit there when his chance to be the hero was being stolen? He rushed to the red-faced man in just a few quick steps and stood beside him. Then he bumped the man to the side with his hip, taking his spot at the door."Hey buddy, can you just go finish your dinner?" Luke Sullivan even shouted at the red-faced man. "Why do you want to get involved? Just let me handle this!""You?!" The red-faced man was shocked. He pointed at Luke Sullivan and then at the troublemakers, ye

Ten years ago in New York City, in the small neighborhood of Tarrytown Village, a terrible storm raged through the night. Rain pounded the streets. Lightning split the dark sky like angry fingers.A small, thin figures appeared at the front door of a house. The men wore a black raincoats that dripped water onto the porch. They pulled out a key and opened the red front door. Moving quickly across the small yard, they headed straight for the house. Another key opened the wooden front door with a soft click.Inside, the sound of thunder became quieter. But you could still hear the person's fast, nervous breathing. They reached into their coat and pulled out a knife they had brought with them. Without making a sound, they walked toward the bedroom.The bedroom was completely dark. When lightning flashed outside the window, they could see someone sleeping in the bed. Their heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst. Their whole body shook with fear and excitement. Finally, they foun