Luke stared at Flory Wayne and said, "Mr. Wayne, how about bringing your daughter out? We need to have a good talk."
"No, I don't think that's a good idea."
Luke took out a photo of the deceased, "Do you know her?"
"Yes, she was my daughter's classmate."
"She's dead."
"I'm very sorry, but it has nothing to do with me."
"But according to the evidence we've found, Lacy Wayne is somewhat connected to this case, and we want to get to the bottom of it. That's why we're here."
"I don't think Lacy is involved in this matter."
"Then it's even simpler. Please have her come out to talk. If she's not involved in this case, we won't need to search the house, and I'll leave directly with my team."
"Do you mean what you say?"
"Of course."
Flory Wayne hesitated for a moment, glanced at the officers in the yard, and said reluctantly, "Alright, come in, but don't bring too many people."
Luke entered the house with Black and Jackson.
