Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 061 A Pair of Turtle Doves
"I know, I understand, but I have something very important to take care of here."
Patrick simply looked at Kirk, finally made a judgment and a decision, and once again perfunctorily said that his patience was limited.
However, from beginning to end, Patrick seemed to be unaware of Henry's existence.
Kirk could sense the tension and anxiety in Henry's gentle tug at the hem of his clothes, as if he was reminding Kirk to stop.
He looked down at Henry, only to find that Henry had his head lowered with his chin on his chest, not daring to look up, like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid to face his parents. The guilt and fear in his heart made his whole body curl up slightly , and he just stared at his toes in a daze.
Kirk gently touched Henry's little head. Henry felt the warmth from the thick palm on his head. He raised his head suddenly and saw Kirk's slightly raised mouth corners. Although the smile was not bright, the light in his eyes was encouraging. He couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.
Then, Kirk raised his head and looked at Patrick again, smiling, showing the friendliness of a New York police officer.
"Congressman, I know, I understand, but Henry just witnessed a murder."
Treat others as you would like to be treated.
The same words, the same sentence structure; at the same time, there is a third repetition of the content, in such a way as to convey Kirk's meaning within the boundaries.
Then, the conversation was interrupted by a bar -
"This gentleman!"
"Kirk-Hull."
“…”
The bodyguard standing in front of Patrick got angry and started to scold him, but Kirk retorted calmly, as if to remind him:
I won’t change my name or surname. If you have any questions, just let me know.
There is no need to raise your voice, you don't need to be furious, or even to say righteous words. You can still convey your message by just having a lazy smile on your face.
Moreover, he really deserves a beating.
The bodyguard had not expected such a reaction, and his words were stuck in his throat for a moment. The next second, just as he was about to continue his attack, Patrick's voice came from behind.
"Kirk-Hull, huh?"
Finally, Patrick hung up the phone, put the phone in his pocket, and looked at Kirk.
Although he had just looked at him once, it was only now that Patrick truly "saw" Kirk.
"NYPD?" Patrick asked.
Kirk handed over his business card generously, "No, private investigator."
Patrick was a little surprised, and obviously didn't understand the logic here, but for people who do big things, these details are not that important, and he had no intention of pursuing them.
Then, Patrick finally saw Henry, and he could vaguely guess that Henry must have hired a private detective to complete the investigation.
Being able to become a member of parliament, Patrick is obviously not a fool, and his eyes finally fell on Kirk.
"I understand what you mean."
"Thank you very much, thank you for believing in Henry, thank you for catching the murderer, and thank you for taking care of Henry."
Kirk was not modest, but curled his lips slightly, "Fortunately, I didn't smash the sign this time."
"Haha." Patrick was immediately amused. "I thought you would be modest, or that you would ask me to thank Henry."
Kirk thought about it carefully and seemed to be hesitating, but finally said calmly, "Of course, Henry should be thanked. New York needs more citizens like him. But there is no need to push some credits around. Don't you think so, Mr. Congressman?"
hehe.
Henry was still a little slow to cover his mouth, and laughter had already overflowed from the corners of his mouth and then climbed up to the corners of his eyes, revealing a clever and eccentric temperament.
It can be seen that Patrick was a little surprised.
He stared at Kirk for a moment without any expression or movement. Then, he took a step forward, crossed the human wall set up by the bodyguards, came in front of Kirk, stretched out his right hand, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Patrick Wolfe, Boston Congressman."
Until now, this is the official self-introduction——
In the morning, I just met a New Jersey city council member; in the blink of an eye, I met a Boston city council member, and of course, a potential senator.
Sure enough, election years are indeed different.
In fact, for a Boston city council member, a private detective is not worth his seriousness at all, and may be forgotten in a moment.
But now, things have changed a little.
"Kirk-Hull, private investigator."
"Mr. Hull, if you are interested in joining the Boston Police Department, please give me a call."
"Oh, it's my pleasure, but I really, really hope I don't have to wait until that day, because if I do, it might mean something is wrong with my life."
"Ha." Patrick laughed out loud. "Has anyone ever told you that you are an interesting person?"
"For ladies, there are indeed many, but for men, the city councillor comes first."
"Haha." Patrick laughed even more happily. He had a hunch that the future of this private detective might not be limited to word of mouth.
But don't worry, there is no need to rush.
Patrick didn't say anything more and looked down at Henry.
He thought about it, then squatted down, keeping his eyes level with Henry's, "Henry, are you okay?"
Calm, gentle, yet with a hint of care.
If this were a performance, it would seem too restrained and low-key. Kirk believes that this should be an expression of emotion from the heart.
Kirk thought, maybe this congressman didn't care about his children, but he just hadn't found a balance between work and family.
After all, it is a difficult thing.
Henry quietly raised his eyes, glanced at his father, and finally nodded slightly.
Patrick showed a relieved smile in his eyes, raised his hand and patted Henry on the shoulder, then stood up again, "Thank you for your help, and thank you for the help of the NYPD. I will take Henry to the police station to take a statement later. As for now, we are busy with other things, so you are welcome."
"No problem," Kirk replied, but then he thought, "Oh, wait, I'm so sorry, can I borrow Henry for thirty seconds?"
Patrick looked at Kirk, a smile blooming between his eyebrows, "Okay, thirty seconds."
After saying that, Patrick didn't ask any more questions. He turned back to the wall of bodyguards, took out his cell phone, and got busy again.
However, others did not notice that Patrick's eyes still fell on Henry with concern, as if he finally realized that the problem that Kirk kept repeating and deliberately emphasizing was not that simple.
Here, Kirk squatted down, keeping his eyes level with Henry, and smiled.
"Henry, I want to tell you that you did a great job today. Thank you for your help. That's why we were able to find the murderer and give the family of the deceased an answer."
Every word he spoke was plain and simple, but Kirk kept looking at Henry, conveying his sincerity with his eyes, which gave his words weight.
Henry showed a shy smile on his pink face, a little bashful, but unable to speak.
Then, Kirk took out an object from his pocket, clenched his fist, motioned for Henry to open his palm, and then placed the object in the little guy's palm.
