My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 121 Residence

After a while, the door knocked, and Brock and Emmet walked in together.

"The transcripts are almost done, and we have nothing to gain."

Brock continued to ask, "Have Proctor and Rebecca provided any clues?"

Ethan threw Hood's cigarette case over, "No, they're also looking for Solomon."

Brock caught it and sat down on the sofa, "Should we ask the state police to help us search?"

Hood shook his head, "Now it's not a simple missing case. Solomon and Lana's murder are more or less related. Now we need to find clues in Lana's murder case."

At this moment, Siobhan hurried in with a notebook in hand, "I have a clue here."

"Say it." Hood stood up.

Siobhan poked the book in his hand with a pen, and then said:
"Lana's sister told me something just now. The deceased, Lana Collier, had an ex-boyfriend."

"Her ex-boyfriend is Tommy Ritterstone, who is from the Chino tribe. When Tommy knew that Lana had broken up with him and was dating an Amish boy, he once sent Lana threatening emails."

Brock's hands trembled, the soot fell off, and he said dryly:

"Isn't this Tommy Littlestone the brother of Chetton Littlestone?"

Siobhan nodded, "I checked just now, he is Chetton's younger brother."

Hood scratched his face with his fingers, "Is that the big guy who showed up at the crime scene today?"

"That's right." Brock licked his dry lips and said:

"Cheton is not an ordinary gangster. He is an old-fashioned sect who pays great attention to the purity of the blood of the aborigines and does not allow gang members to marry foreigners."

"I thought it wouldn't be a good scene if he found out that his brother's ex-girlfriend was dating an Amish boy."

Ethan bit his cigarette butt and grinned.

"What are you laughing at?" Siobhan also picked up a cigarette.

Ethan put away his smile, "Although this is a tragedy, I don't know if you have noticed today, when Lana's friend said that Solomon is Lana's dating partner, Bowman's excited reaction."

The Amish ethnic group is also extremely conservative, and it is strictly forbidden to communicate with foreigners.

Now it's a collision between two old guards, but this forbidden love has resulted in the death of one and the disappearance of the other.

Brock sighed helplessly, "That's why I told you last night that there was a lot of trouble. Now those aborigines will definitely retaliate against the Amish."

Siobhan continued: "Lana's sister also told me just now that Tommy Littlestone is now an official member of the Redbone Gang. In view of this, I think this Tommy is a serious suspect."

Hood stood up and grabbed his duty belt "So it seems that we need to talk to this Tommy Littlestone now.

"Oh, Sheriff, wait a minute."

Emmett reached out to stop Hood, and said with a serious face: "We have no jurisdiction over the Chino Tribe. Without a federal search warrant, we can't do anything in the reservation."

Brock sat on the sofa smoking a cigarette silently, and he knew that this kind of rule was of no use to Hood.

He was just thinking about whether he should follow this muddy water.

Sure enough, Hood shrugged his shoulders and looked at the crowd.

Emmett doesn't know so "What are you trying to say?"

Hood shrugged his shoulders, "It's okay, I'm thinking which of us has a better relationship with the FBI and can apply for a federal search warrant."

They looked at each other in embarrassment, and said bluntly, all of them are currently in the inspection period.

It's a good thing that FBI special agent Racine doesn't make trouble for them, let alone apply for a federal search warrant.

After Hood buckled his belt, he looked at the few people who hadn't moved, and said with a smile:

"I don't care much about the search warrant. Of course, you decide whether to go or not. I'll wait for you outside for 3 minutes."

After Hood left, the office was quiet.

Ethan stubbed out his cigarette butt and walked out, Siobhan quickly followed after seeing this.

Now only Emmett and Brock are left in the sheriff's office.

Emmett leaned against the wall with his hands folded, his head lightly bumped against the wall.

"We are a team."

Brock was puffing on his cigarette. "I know this."

Emmett stopped hitting the wall. "Now that a girl has been killed and a boy is missing, I won't allow myself to stand by."

Brock's expression was tangled and he didn't speak.

Emmet stood up straight, sorted out his equipment, and strode out.

Ethan sat on his Victoria Crown, and after Siobhan got into the car, he asked nervously:

"Do you think they'll come out?"

"I don't know." Ethan shook his head, "No matter what choice they make, I can understand it."

Ethan knew the mind of FBI special agent Racine. He was focused on catching rabbits, and he would never take this kind of small case that happened in the local area to his heart.

If necessary, Racine will take the initiative to help suppress it.

So he didn't care at all. On the contrary, Emmett and the others, although the sheriff took the lead, they also had to take certain risks.

"I thought you would think about it." Ethan looked at Siobhan.

"You stood up, didn't you?" Siobhan said firmly, "I also promised Sister Lana that I will help her find the murderer."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine with me here." Ethan grabbed her hand.

At this time, Emmet pushed open the glass door and strode over.

Ethan reached out the car window and fist bumped him, and Emmett opened the back door of the car, bent over and sat in.

"Where's Brock?" Ethan asked back.

"Give him some time, I believe he will come back." Emmet clenched his fists and looked nervously at the entrance of the police station.

After waiting for a while, Ethan nodded to Hood, Hood nodded and started the vehicle.

The glass door of the police station was pushed open, and Brock appeared at the door. He was relieved to see that they were still waiting for him.

"You bastards don't want to leave me, do you?" He patted Ethan's hood "Without me, you wouldn't even be able to find the Redbones there.

"Of course, you are our backbone."

Ethan was also very happy to see him coming out, and gave him a high five with a smile.

Brock lifted his belt in satisfaction, then pulled Hood's co-pilot away and got in.

Emmett rubbed his broad palms happily.

"Come on, let's exercise our muscles."

Two police cars drove quickly along the road, and after a while, they entered the territory of the Chino tribe's settlement.

Ethan slowed down and looked at the tall street sign next to the intersection.

"You have entered the Chino Indian reservation."

"Warning: Hunting is prohibited without tribal permission."

After he and Siobhan looked at each other, they stepped on the accelerator and followed Hood's car in front.

After driving forward for half an hour, I saw some people.

There are scattered wooden houses, and the idle aborigines gathered around the burning garbage dumps and drank wine.

When the people of the Chino tribe saw the vehicles of the Banshee Town Police Station driving in, many stood up and cast vigilant eyes.

Several people who were playing basketball on the muddy roadside stopped, and one of them grabbed the basketball and slammed it over hard. The basketball hit the car with a muffled bang.

"Welcome to the reservation." Siobhan said silently from the side.

(End of this chapter)