The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 192 Jane: Mrs. Bollard, let me just ask, what do you want to do with your cursing?

"I see."

Claire ignored the old daily problems of her gay brother and dad, answered a phone call, said something, then hung up, meeting everyone's gaze, pursed her lips and said, "Chuck and the others are looking for someone to talk to again."

"That's good news, isn't it?"

The white old man Jie smiled and said, "I said Chuck knew what he was doing."

"He's not investigating now."

Claire said with a bitter face: "It's his detective assistant. He seems to be training her. Damn it, when the training fails, he has to train on this case! If he investigates it himself, the case will be destroyed. It's over, and we don't have to worry about this suspicion anymore."

"How do you know he's not training her at other times~"

Phil showed a playful smile, but after being glared at by his wife Claire, he could only put away the smile that men can understand.

Ok.

To his relief, his father-in-law Jie, who had always looked down upon him, also smiled, and he was the only one among the four men and two women in the room who understood him.

Ping An Town.

"Dr. Wolfe, go back last night. I mentioned the news that you went back to town to handle the case with me. My wife insisted that I invite you to have dinner with me. When I got up in the morning, I couldn't help but tell you about it. Hearing that, I almost didn't want to go to school anymore, and you also know that they all admire you, but luckily Bernie hasn't left, so they all go to school obediently."

Detective Rostenkowski drove Chuck and Jane into the car and began door-to-door conversations. After all, everyone has a job, even housewives.

She has to be a chef to make breakfast for the children, and a driver to send the children to school, and after that she has to clean up, shop and prepare dinner, and a series of other things are waiting for her. These seem to be trivial things, but they are really Being busy takes a lot of time and energy, and a full-time housewife with many children is not at all idle.

The police who need their assistance can also let them go to the police station for questioning, but they are all in the same town. The election and the police station's finances depend on these taxpayers, so when it is not necessary, it is convenient for others. .

"Bernie?"

When Jane heard this, her heart moved, and she glanced at Chuck.

"Correct."

Detective Rostenkowski suddenly showed an old father's smile: "Bernie (nickname) is my eldest daughter, Bernadette Marian Rostenkowski, who is 12 years old this year and goes to St. Mary's School , don’t look at her young age, but she has been helping the family for a long time. If my wife hadn’t had her help, it would be really difficult for me to take care of so many children by myself. Bernie is really the precious daughter God gave to our husband and wife.”

"I believe."

Jane smiled in agreement.

It seems that the daughter who is young and well-developed in the policemen's mouth should be this Bernie.

"St. Marion's? Sounds like a missionary school?"

"right!"

A trace of helplessness appeared on the corner of the mouth of policeman Rostenkowski: "My wife is the most devout believer, and she always has excessive worries about Bernie, so she insisted that Bernie go to her alma mater when she was a child...but St. Marion's School is a half-boarding school. It's a half-day girls' school, and Bernie doesn't live on campus."

"So fine."

Jane nodded and said: "No matter how good you are, you are still a child at the age of 12, and children need the long-term company of their parents to have a happy childhood, which cannot be replaced by anything else."

"That's what I mean!"

Detective Rostenkowski nodded happily: "This is also one of the reasons why I persist. Even God cannot replace the role of parents in children, and what's more, it is not God that boarders often encounter..."

Having said this, he stopped with a change in his face.

He is not an ordinary fool. As a senior police detective, he is used to the darkness in the society, and knows that many glamorous appearances often hide the ugliest souls, even in the so-called God's place, shepherding sheep for God, Those who claim to be God are more worthy of vigilance.

It is even more shocking to see the filth hidden there.

So even at the request of his devout wife, he wore a cross necklace around his neck and prayed before eating, but he never backed down from the beginning to the end on the issue of whether his daughter boarded at St. Marion Church School.

In the end, he insisted and persuaded his wife on the grounds that his eldest daughter, Bernie, could help the family take care of her younger siblings and those day-care children.

"You did the right thing."

Chuck took the rare initiative to give an evaluation.

"Haha."

Detective Rostenkowski immediately burst out into a hearty laugh when he heard Chuck say: "When we have dinner tonight, you must say this to my wife in person, we all trust your judgment! Even my wife! "

"Dinner tonight?"

Jane smiled and said: "Do you mind if I have a meal with you? You are a police detective, you know our line of work, and you are used to the darkness. What you need most is to get in touch with the good life of a happy family in order to dilute this negative influence and let yourself Keep a good attitude."

"Of course I don't mind."

Detective Rostenkowski slapped his forehead: "You are the ones I invite!"

Speaking of this, he looked at Jane from the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "It can be seen that Dr. Wolf values ​​you very much, so you are also tired of logging."

"Thank you."

Jane is also unavoidable. When she heard the word logging tired, she immediately shook like everyone else in the American drama world, no matter if they were good or evil, and her eyes showed the unique touch and joy of being regarded as logging tired.

In fact, she was mainly curious about Bernie.

Ok.

And that cousin's daughter.

"Okay, here we are!"

Detective Rostenkowski stopped the car, looked out of the car, and said to Chuck and Jane: "This is Mrs. Heather's home, she is a member of the town's women's committee, a strong and good woman. "

Speaking of this, he sighed: "It's a pity that life is not very good. First, the husband died early, and now the only daughter, because she has reached the age of rebellion, was driving wildly with her friends at night, hit a big tree, and died directly."

"What a misfortune!"

Hearing this, Jane said with emotion: "I am too familiar with the girl's rebellious period. I was also very rebellious back then. I once made an appointment with my best friend to run away from home, but my parents found out and forced me to stay. Get off me, and I fought them for a long time for that."

"and after?"

Detective Rostenkowski looked at Jane asking for advice.

Poor parents all over the world. Although my eldest daughter Bernie is very distressed, she is 12 years old and is about to enter the rebellious period. I am looking at what happened to Mrs. Heather's rebellious daughter, even if he does not agree with his wife's treatment of her daughter. Excessive demands, sometimes can only be accepted with ambivalence.

Like not riding a bike...

"No matter how I make trouble, they just don't agree with my idea of ​​going out into the world alone to see it. My mother quit her job to accompany me. When my father rests, he and my mother will drive me around."

A happy smile appeared on Jane's face: "Sometimes I went directly from east to west, across thousands of kilometers to see my sister. At first I was very reluctant, because what I really wanted at that time was not to go outside to see the new world, but free.

But time passed day by day in this kind of company, and suddenly one day it seemed that the period of rebellion had passed, and I stopped making troubles.

Then news came from my best friend who left alone.

She didn't go with me, but still insisted on running away from home. She wanted to go outside to have a look. She was coaxed into the farm of the evil organization and became a person like a walking dead.

I still can't forget her lifeless eyes after her family found her and forcibly brought her back, and the scene where she took off all her clothes and went swimming naked in the river regardless of everyone's presence.

Her mother's sad reprimand was explained by the fact that it was just the most common living habit on that farm...

At that moment, I was extremely thankful that my parents had to work so hard and patiently to force my decision to stay despite the sadness that I couldn’t understand. "

"damn it!"

Detective Rostenkowski got out of the car, cursing.

You don't need to think about what happened to the best friend who ran away from home. The United States has gathered the largest number of evil organizations in the world. After entering that kind of place, the body is not completely broken, and the brain is probably broken.

This makes the old father with more than one daughter in the family full of a damn sense of substitution.

Jane also got out of the car, looked at the single house in front of her, and asked Detective Rostenkowski: "How is she now?"

"I have been enduring my grief, and I still work hard for public welfare."

Detective Rostenkowski said admiringly: "A rare good woman!"

The three came outside the house and knocked on the door: "Mrs. Heather, it's me."

"Mike, you are here, come in quickly."

Mrs. Heather opened the door and let everyone in: "Tea or coffee?"

"coffee."

"No thanks."

"No thanks."

Detective Rostenkowski said something, and both Chuck and Jane shook their heads.

"Dr. Wolfe is in the habit."

Detective Rostenkowski saw Mrs. Heather looking at Chuck and Jane with a surprised expression, and quickly explained: "He does the same when he goes to my house."

"I've heard it before."

Mrs. Heather nodded, and only brought a cup of coffee to Detective Rostenkowski, and then sat across from them: "If there is anything I can help you, just ask."

Detective Rostenkowski looked at Jane.

"Mrs. Heather, you are a member of the Women's Committee in the town, and you also attended the party last night. What do you think about this case?"

Jane asked, "Who was the first suspect that flashed into your mind?"

"this."

Mrs. Heather shook her head hesitantly: "I really don't know, and living in a small town, the last thing I should do is to spread rumors without evidence, which will bring a lot of trouble to the fabricated people."

"Sorry, I understand."

Jane glanced at her: "But do you know where Scarlett got so much cash?"

"That much cash?"

Mrs. Heather bowed her head.

"Yes! It can reach a cash income of 5000 US dollars a week."

Jane asked: "Ping'an Town is not big, and you are a member of the Women's Committee, and you are often together with Scarlett. Even if you don't know who the suspect is, at least you have heard about the things that can make so much money. Bar?"

"I really don't know."

Mrs. Heather hesitated and said, "But I did see that Scarlett used another mobile phone, and she often went to the next town to buy jewelry to make jewelry."

"Damn it!"

Detective Rostenkowski cursed speechlessly, and when Jane looked over, he explained: "There are a lot of ghosts gathering in the town next door, and a new mobile phone is also in line with the characteristics of a criminal. Although it is unbelievable, Scar Wright, the chairwoman of the Women's Council, the number one housewife in town, really looks like a calf trader."

"You are not surprised."

Jane looked at Mrs. Heather with a calm expression.

"Ugh."

Mrs. Heather sighed: "In fact, some people in the town know everything they should know, but it's hard to say."

"you know?"

Detective Rostenkowski stared at Mrs. Heather with wide eyes.

"You're one of the buyers too, aren't you?"

Jane looked at the room where there was a trace of dead silence, glanced at Chuck, who was always calm, and felt a move in her heart.

"I know it's not good, but sometimes I need some help to get through the pain."

Mrs. Heather covered her face and choked with sobs.

"Who else knows?"

Jane said warmly.

"Mandy, Patience, everyone on the committee except Gloria."

Mrs. Heather wiped her tears: "There are also some needy housewives and men in the town."

"Gloria doesn't know?"

Jane looked at her and confirmed: "I heard that they are very close. Gloria's entry into the Women's Committee is all due to Scarlet's recommendation."

"Should not know."

Mrs. Heather nodded: "Although Scarlett values ​​Gloria, we all know that Scarlett doesn't regard her as one of her own."

"Anyone else in town buy it?"

Jian Xindao's "small town housewife politics" was as it should be, and asked: "Since selling calves will inevitably involve interest disputes, can you now talk about the object of your doubts?"

"I really don't know."

Mrs. Heather looked at Jane sincerely: "These things are one-on-one. Only Scarlett knows best, and she will not tell others. As for the object of suspicion, I was like most people at the beginning. There was a flash of Vic too, but he's a nice guy, not really like that... so I really don't know."

The wives were killed, because most of them were done by the husband, so everyone has already had this concept, but because there is no evidence, and this time it seems that it has nothing to do with the good husband, so everyone just whispered in their hearts It's just a few words, and I haven't talked about this in public.

After all, most, not all, are the husbands.

Jane asked some more questions, got up and said, "That's all for today, we will contact you again if we have any questions later."

After leaving Mrs. Heather's house, Jane shook her head and said, "Ping'an Town is not safe either."

Seeing that Chuck didn't respond, Jane looked at Detective Rostenkowski, who had a bad face: "Now it's basically confirmed that Scarlet is selling calves, and we can send someone to the next town to capture the person who provided the calf with Scarlett. Shall we chat?"

"Give it to me."

Detective Rostenkowski nodded heavily.

Originally, the problem of poultry is a long-standing problem in the United States. Poison crimes are the same as gun crimes. They cannot be solved. After all, the Republican Party likes guns and the Democrats like pods. Whoever comes to power will open the door to what they like. How can it be solved? that's it.

As a police detective, he is used to it, and he is no stranger to it, but now that housewives have started selling calves, it still feels like being stabbed in the buttocks, eye-opening!
"The next family, the Balland family."

Detective Rostenkowski suppressed the bad news and asked, "Beth Bollander was at the party last night."

"Then let's go over there."

Jane's eyes lit up.

The three came to a single-family house and rang the doorbell. They had communicated with each other beforehand, so the door opened soon, and Jane's eyes were attracted to her.

Beth Ballander!
The woman who put a lot of pressure on that photo, looking at it now, although she is not as attractive as in the wedding photo, time has not left too deep marks on her face, especially against the backdrop of her domineering figure, she looks very attractive. The small face is still small.

Jane is not someone who traveled from the East, otherwise she would have used four words to describe Beth Balland.

"Mrs. Bowland, you and Scarlett went to the women's club yesterday morning. Can you tell me what you did there?"

After exchanging pleasantries, Jane sat down and looked at Beth Balland carefully.

"This."

Beth Ballander subconsciously glanced at Chuck, with a flash of embarrassment in her eyes.

Jane stared at Chuck, who was still calm, and noticed that Detective Rostenkowski was holding back his embarrassing expression as he lowered his head and touched his nose. Then he realized that this question seemed to be embarrassing for the other party.

It's really inconvenient to say in front of other men what to do at the women's club.

"Why don't you guys go out and wait first, and I'll talk to Mrs. Ballard first?"

"it is good!"

Detective Rostenkowski rose immediately.

Under Jane's gaze, Chuck also got up and left.

"Can you talk now?"

Jane smiled and said: "This is a case investigation, there is nothing you can't say, if it has nothing to do with the case, I will keep it secret, don't worry."

Beth Boland struggled again and again, and whispered hesitantly: "Scarlett and I went for waxing..."

"..."

The corners of Jane's mouth twitched, she looked at Beth Bowland's small and delicate face, her domineering figure, and then heard the other party say what she had done, and then thought of the other party's glance at Chuck when she mentioned this, and also Some aunts said that Chuck gave Mr. Bland a special treatment, and I couldn't help thinking about it.

You must know that waxing hair removal is definitely a type of "woman who pleases herself" that makes you happy and makes you happy. Beth Balland, who is in such a good condition, is still working so hard... She really wants to ask: "How are you so good?" Roll, what do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)