After a moment of silence, Reid said, "You should rest a bit, I'll call you later."
Half an hour later, Reid called again, "Luke, do you have any plans of your own?"
"I originally wanted to spend about four days in Washington with my family, but now I'm not in the mood for sightseeing and want to return to Los Angeles as soon as possible."
"I'm not in Washington, and I'm not familiar with the specifics; it's up to you to decide what to do.
However, LAPD doesn't look for trouble but doesn't shy away from it either.
I'll give you a contact, in case you run into any trouble, you can turn to him."
"Trist Sig, he's an FBI agent, and he just happens to be in Washington right now."
Luke reminded, "Chris Franco was taken away by the FBI."
But the FBI is a nationwide organization with many departments handling various matters, and there will be different opinions and ideas."
"He worked in the Los Angeles Police Department for at least ten years, we were partners for some time, he's one of our own."
"What does he mainly handle in the FBI?"
Good night, Chief." Luke smiled.
The motives of this group weren't important, as long as they dared to provoke Luke again, he would treat them as spies.
Luke had just received an award in Washington, and as long as he didn't leave Washington, he would have the aura of a hero. If someone dared to target a 'national hero,' what else could they be if not spies?
LAPD's influence exceeded Luke's expectations.
But as the second-largest police force in the United States, it's quite normal to have connections within the FBI.
Feeling more at ease, Luke didn't leave Washington the very next day but compromised by shortening the original four-day sightseeing plan to two days.
Before leaving, he intended to handle some business.
Early the next day, Luke and his family visited the Natural History Museum together.
Luke was quite looking forward to the museum.
The Natural History Museum was crowded with visitors, many of whom were parents with their children. Luke and his party arrived half an hour early to stand in line.
The museum opened at ten in the morning, and Luke's family entered along with the crowd.
Entering the first-floor hall, they saw a huge African elephant specimen.
The second floor housed the mineral and gem exhibit, which reportedly once displayed the 45-carat blue diamond, "Hope Star."
Each exhibit had its special features, including an extremely realistic natural food chain, allowing visitors not just to tour but also to learn.
By noon, Luke and his party had finished touring the Natural History Museum. Not just youngsters like Little Fatty but Luke himself felt it was very beneficial.
After lunch, the family went to the Library of Congress.
However, Luke himself didn't join them but chose to meet with Orty instead.
Located between Capitol Hill and the White House, running east to west, it cuts through northern Washington and is known as America's legendary "Lobby Row."
It's filled with a myriad of think tanks, lobbying groups, public relations firms, civil organizations, and international headquarters, with the World Bank and International Monetary Fund also based here.
If New York's "Wall Street" is the international financial center, then Washington's "K Street" could be considered the center of an ever-changing international political scene.
Luke and Orty strolled the streets of Washington. The weather had turned cold, and Orty was wearing a khaki trench coat and gray stockings, exhibiting a graceful figure that turned many heads.
The two weren't walking fast. Luke casually observed the square and stern gray buildings on either side as they went.
After this visit, it's unlikely that he would come to Washington again anytime soon.
Luke had a reputation in Los Angeles and a bit of real power; he was someone who, as long as he didn't court death, others didn't dare to provoke.
In Washington, though, he was just a small fish. If locals stirred the waters, even just being caught in the backwash could be enough to capsize him.
Just like the Mexican-American civilian who was awarded alongside him, clearly targeted due to President Trump: While Trump himself might have been a bit upset by the incident, that was all; the Mexican-American, however, was unfortunate enough to be 'washed up dead' on the shore.
Although unharmed physically, he was socially 'dead,' which was pretty tragic.
Orty stopped, pointing at a gray eight-story building ahead, "The headquarters of the Pinkerton Detective Agency are in this building."
"The whole building?"
"No, just the eighth and seventh floors. If you knew the rent here, you wouldn't ask that."
Orty led Luke straight to the elevator and up to the eighth floor.
Exiting the elevator, they were met by two men in suits at the entrance. Orty showed her identification, and they were allowed to enter the corridor.
An office building typically has about ten offices, most of which were accessed through glass doors. Luke could see the office interior through the glass, which seemed no different from that of a regular company.
Beforehand, Luke had been wondering what the famous headquarters of the Pinkerton Detective Agency would look like?
Luke had considered various possibilities, such as an underground facility or a hidden alleyway, but never this scenario. If it weren't known, one might think they had arrived at a law firm.
With Orty's guidance, Luke entered the office at the far east end. Upon entering, there was a large office area with many separate cubicles. Independent offices were sectioned off with glass near the windows, using venetian blinds for privacy, though it was not particularly secluded.