The next morning.
Pinkerton Detective Agency.
A black Mercedes stopped at the door, and Luke got out of the car, taking a look around.
The Detective Agency had two floors, a bar on the left, and an audio store on the right, conveniently located close to the subway entrance, with plenty of pedestrian traffic.
In Luke's impression, detective agencies were usually situated in secluded places, rarely on busy streets.
Luke entered the Detective Agency, and a Mexican receptionist around thirty stood up from the front desk and asked, "Sir, do you have an appointment?"
"Yes, I'm here to see Miss Dean."
"Are you Mr. Li?"
"That's me."
"Miss Dean's office is on the second floor, on the eastern side. I'll take you up."
The receptionist led Luke upstairs and knocked on Orty's office door. "Miss Dean, Mr. Li is here."
"Come in."
