"Who gave it to you?"
"If I tell you, can you not search my house?"
"No, whoever touched that money would need to undergo a thorough investigation, and if you're unwilling to cooperate with the police, then I'll let the FBI handle the search.
Then you'll see how nice the LAPD can be."
Audval Wells seemed to know he couldn't avoid it further, said helplessly, "Give me some time to let my wife and daughter leave first, then you can search."
"You have five minutes, and you must stay in my sight. They can take nothing but their personal clothes, and their bags need to be searched as usual."
"My God, how am I supposed to explain this to the kids?"
Luke glanced at his watch, "That's your problem.
In five minutes, the area will be surrounded by police cars."
"Can my wife drive away?"
"The car will be searched too. Of course, if they don't mind, I can have a police car escort them."
"You really are a..." Audval Wells's face turned ashen.
"Don't mention it."
