Chapter 124 When in Trouble, Find the Police
Luna got a call from Charles an hour before she was supposed to clock out. He said he'd pick up Eric first and then swing by to get her at 5:30.
But at 5:15, an elderly man stumbled in with his finger stuck in a plastic sputum cup. The whole STF froze, thinking he was an actor who wandered onto the wrong set.
Luna was the first to react, rushing over to help the old man. Judging by his clothes, he looked about seventy.
"Sir, what happened?" Luna asked, trying to be gentle.
"Uh! Is this the police station? The detective squad told me to come to the STF!" the old man said, pointing behind him.
Warren walked in, having just helped the old man with the door. Luna shot him a puzzled look.
Warren's mouth twitched, trying not to laugh. "Luna, this gentleman slipped at home and got his finger stuck in the sputum cup. His house is next door, so he came here. We suggested he call the fire department or go to the hospital, but he refused."
Eric was also new to this kind of situation. But since it wasn't the detective squad's responsibility, he had to bring the old man downstairs to the STF.
Luna's colleagues were all trying not to laugh out loud.
"Why can't I come to you? They say if there's a problem, go to the police! Anyway, I'm not going to the fire department or the hospital. It's too embarrassing. I want you to fix this! If you can't, you won't get off work!"
The old man tapped the sputum cup, but his finger was still stuck.
"Sir, please bear with me. I'll try to get it out for you," Luna said, thinking if the finger could go in, it should be able to come out. But she underestimated the impact of his fall. Getting it in was a piece of cake, but getting it out was proving to be a real challenge.
"Warren, you go ahead and get busy. My colleagues and I can handle this," Luna said, rolling up her sleeves. Warren didn't want to miss the chance to spend time with her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of helping an old man with his finger stuck in a sputum cup.
"Luna, I don't have much to do. I can help," Warren insisted, and Luna didn't object.
She signaled the old man to sit and checked the distance between the cup and his finger. She put on gloves and applied some melted butter from the kitchen, hoping to use it as lubrication.
As Luna worked, it was almost time to clock out. Colleagues from other departments stopped to watch.
"Is STF doing the fire department's job now? How will they feel about this?"
"I heard there's a new recruit with excellent performance! That girl! We better not underestimate the STF anymore!"
"They used to say this place was the department's retirement home! Look at their enthusiasm now! Our major crimes unit is feeling the pressure!"
Colleagues teased with good humor. Sandra Collins, who was assisting Luna, muttered, "Luna, it's been a long time since the STF was this lively. You're really putting us on the map."
Luna felt embarrassed. If they couldn't get the cup off and accidentally hurt the old man, it would be more than just a lively scene.
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