In a black Mercedes.
Luke sat in the driver's seat and yawned.
He had investigated Orty's situation; her fingerprints were not on file with the police system.
As for the license plate number, it wasn't registered under Orty's name either, so Luke didn't get many valuable clues, which was why he asked John and Afra to help check this woman's background.
A police car pulled over next to him, and John stepped out of the vehicle and tapped on Luke's window.
Luke rolled down the window, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
"No, we need to continue patrolling, there's a lot going on today," John said as he handed Luke a piece of paper filled with writing.
"Thanks, I'll treat you to a drink sometime."
"I've heard Mazek's liquor is good, I've never been there myself."
Luke smiled, "Next time, I'll take you there."
John bid farewell and left.
Luke opened the note and checked its contents.
Name, Orty Dean
