"It's me, who is this?"
"Los Angeles Police, Luke Lee."
...
Half an hour later, inside a black SUV.
Luke was sitting in the passenger seat and glanced at the white man next to him, about forty years old, a bit thin, wearing a suit, tie, and neatly dressed.
"Mr. Sig, I've heard a lot about you."
The white man smiled and took a look at Luke, "Buddy, I've been in touch with Frank and Reid, and they've always treated me as one of their own, you can too.
Let's just get down to business."
"Good, I'm not fond of awkward chit-chat either."
Luke recounted his recent experiences.
After listening, Trist Sig inquired, "Do you think that silver-selling woman named Laura and the drunkard were deliberately targeting the award recipients?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any evidence?"
