Lawrence nodded. "I have no objections to that. But if Daisy leaves, we'll be down one operator and someone to help write case reports. Also, what about the requirements for the new recruits?"

"Lawrence, did you forget that our Fourth Squad still has a clerk?" Old Hunter interjected.

At first, Lawrence was puzzled, then he realized. "Damn, you mean Wayne? He finally finished his training?"

Wayne was the second clerk whose name Dean had heard after arriving but had never actually met.

Daisy had complained about this before. With Wayne gone for training, she had to deal with many things on her own. If the Fourth Squad hadn't been so quiet previously, she would have quit long ago.

The issue with the clerk was resolved.

Then there were the new recruits.

Dean stubbed out his cigarette and said seriously, "As for the new recruits, I've earmarked Robert's brother. For the remaining three spots, you can make the arrangements. I suggest picking from patrol officers with good reputations."

"Alright," Lawrence said with a grimace. "I know some people; I just don't know if they'll be willing to follow me."

This guy was somewhat aware of his own reputation at the Los Angeles Police Department.

Dean patted Lawrence on the shoulder, consoling him, "That's a good thing. At least anyone who dares to apply, knowing you're leading the team, must be pretty confident in themselves and won't be a waste of space."

"Maybe..."

「Two days later.」

On Monday, Dean brought Harry and Daisy to the precinct.

Their old acquaintance, Hawk, welcomed the trio.

"Wow, Dean, Harry, and this beautiful lady, welcome to Central Division! We've prepared an office space for you," Hawk said, seeming to force a smile, as if something unpleasant had happened.

All three of them noticed this.

Harry stepped forward, slinging an arm around Hawk's shoulder. "Buddy, what's wrong? Did your wife hang some reindeer antlers on you?"

"Jerk!"

Hawk gave Harry the middle finger and whispered, "Our deputy chief was taken away for investigation by the Internal Affairs Department. The chief has been going to the Police Committee every day trying to find out what's going on, and now he hasn't come back either."

Hearing this, Harry looked shocked. "Damn, how come I didn't know about this!"

"Because you've been rushing home to take care of your daughter as soon as you're off work lately," Daisy said with a yawn. "You mention your adorable daughter at least ten times a day and have no social life anymore. So how would you know these things?"

"So you knew?" Dean turned to Daisy, his expression dark.

He'd suspected the situation at Central Division might be related to what Saul Aston had told him, but he hadn't received any news about it until today. This sly girl knew all this and didn't even tell me!

Daisy snorted. "What about it, Dean? You're a liar. You never made good on the hotpot you promised me last time. Why should I tell you anything!"

Dean was speechless.

Damn it, I forgot! This woman is so petty.

At Central Division, the Tactical Division had over two thousand members, not counting civilian staff. While not all of them worked out of this specific building, they occupied a significant area. There was also a designated parking lot to ensure every patrol officer had one or two police cars available at all times.

The Los Angeles city government was not short on funds.

Therefore, Dean and his team's new office environment was nothing to scoff at either. It was next door to Hawk's team, consisting of a large exclusive office, which also included a separate office for the lead detective.

Under Hawk's guidance, the group took a tour of the police station.

Dean had a notable reputation in Central Division. As they walked, attractive female officers frequently approached to greet him.

Of course, Harry's 'ex-girlfriends' also inevitably appeared to shower him with attention, making Harry shrink back and slightly regret following Dean. Those 'ex-girlfriends' weren't young. They were at that predatory age, hungry as wolves, and their gazes were filled with 'affection.'

Harry worried he might not last long working here.

After getting the lay of the land, Dean and the others finally arrived at their office.

Dean, of course, had his own office. It was an independent space, even larger than Monet's. Next to it was a small partitioned area. That's where Daisy's desk was, integrated with Dean's office.

Her expression darkened as she looked at Hawk. "Buddy, why is my workspace in a partitioned alcove and not out in the main office? This makes me look like this guy Dean's secretary!"

Hawk feigned innocence. "Sorry, I wasn't aware."

He would have seemed more sincere if he hadn't deliberately glanced at Dean while saying it.

Dean secretly gave Hawk a thumbs-up, cleared his throat, and said earnestly, "Daisy, don't overthink it. We're here to improve our case-solving rate and serve the public, not for creature comforts. If it's that big of a deal, I'll get Captain Hunter to approve a separate television for you."

Daisy imagined herself lounging in the small partitioned area, eating snacks and watching TV. Only then did she snort haughtily and drop her objections.

With that settled, Harry looked at Dean with a miserable expression. "What about me? Surely, I won't be the only one in this huge office area from now on?"

That bastard Dean is holed up inside with Daisy, having fun, while I'm stuck out here playing Minesweeper. No matter how I look at it, this is just weird!

Dean shrugged. "Buddy, don't overthink it. Robert's brother has already put in his application."

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