My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 13 Funeral
After making the call, Ethan put the phone on the table and let it ring.

I picked a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet next to me, and after opening the bottle cap, the phone was finally connected.

"Who is looking for me?" A deep voice sounded, obviously suppressing anger.

"I'm Ethan, Mr. Proctor, did you rest so early?" Ethan came to the kitchen with the phone and took out ice cubes from the refrigerator.

"Tell me if you have something!"

There were a few women's coquettish smiles on the other end of the phone, and it was obvious that Proctor's anger could no longer be suppressed.

"It's not a big deal, I just want to chat with you. By the way, our police station just raided a rave party and caught a few dealers who organized the party and sold pills."

Ethan put ice cubes in the wine glass, picked up the wine bottle and poured half of the brown wine into it, shook the glass slightly, and took a sip.

Proctor waited for a while, but didn't hear Ethan speak, so he lowered his tone, "Ethan, please continue."

"It's a pity that several people overdosed at the party, and one of them died after being rescued. Fortunately, we caught the person in charge. What's his name? By the way, it's Hansen. His hand There is also a small red crab tattooed on it."

Ethan lit his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring in enjoyment.

"There is one more thing to share with you. The boy who failed to rescue is called Reid Schumacher. He is the son of State Senator Schumacher. I really feel sad for the Senator."

Watching the smoke circle dissipate slowly, Proctor's breathing on the phone also became heavy, "That's indeed unfortunate news, but I don't understand why you told me these things?"

"It's nothing, just a small talk between friends."

"Okay, don't bother you, go to bed early, Mr. Proctor."

Ethan looked at the phone that had been hung up, drank the wine in the glass, and went to sleep.

The next day, Ethan came to the police station. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Emmet walking out of the police station holding Hansen's arm.

"Emmet, where are you going?"

"He wanted to make a deal with the District Attorney, testify against Proctor in exchange for a reduction in crime, and Gordon asked me to take him to the District Attorney's office to see what evidence he had."

"Okay, be careful."

"Hansen, you're in good spirits today, you're such a great guy." Seeing Hansen staring at him, Ethan patted his arm to show his friendliness.

"M-FXXK, keep your dirty hands away, you wait for my lawyer, bastard."

Hansen was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and threatened Ethan.

"Hansen, you are so cute, I can't bear to part with you." Ethan grinned, showing his white teeth, and continued rubbing his wound with more strength.

"Okay, I'm in a hurry, let's go first."

Emmett opened the back door of the police car, let Hansen sit in, and drove away from the police station.

Siobhan and Brock are sitting at their desks and sorting out the transcripts. Everyone is at work today, so there is no need to think about administrative vacations. The whole situation was dispatched last night, and everyone has a share. If they are all on vacation, the Banshee Town Police Station will be shut down .

Hood was still the same, no one was there, and he didn't know why he went there.

Just sitting down for a while, the radio on the shoulder rang, and Emmett's urgent voice came.

"I feel something is wrong, hurry up and help me."

Before he finished speaking, there was a gunshot on the radio, and the radio was hung up.

Ethan and the others hurried out of the police station and drove towards the District Attorney's Office.

Two minutes later, Ethan saw the police car that hit the tree trunk on the side of the road, and Emmett was opening the door and struggling to climb out.

Several people stopped the police car one after another and helped Emmett sit aside.

Emmett shook his dizzy head, reached out and grabbed Brock's arm and said hastily: "Two motorcycles attacked me. The motorcycle rider was wearing a black leather jacket and a helmet. He had no license plate information."

Brock nodded and hurried back to the car, started the vehicle and chased forward, but Ethan didn't report any hope for this, probably the gunman had already run away.

"I've already contacted the sheriff, and he's coming." Siobhan put down his phone and said.

"Don't move, let me check for you."

With only a few bruises and mild concussion symptoms on Emmett, Ethan confirmed he was fine, radioed an ambulance, and walked over to the wrecked police car.

"The tire was punctured, the vehicle lost control and hit the side of the road"

Siobhan shook his head at him and continued, "Hansen is hopeless."

The window glass in the back seat of the police car was smashed, and Hansen was lying on the back seat with handcuffs and eyes blank, his body was beaten like a hornet's nest.

Ethan scratched his head. He didn't expect Proctor to move so fast. Fortunately, Emmett was fine.

After silently mourning Hansen for half a second in his heart, he and Siobhan dealt with the scene together.

A few days later, Ethan was standing in the crowd with a bouquet of white flowers, and next to the coffin, a lady in a black dress was singing Amazing Grace affectionately.

The state senator's son died in the jurisdiction of the Banshee Town Police Station. Although the principal culprit was arrested, he was silenced during the escort, and no clues have been found so far.

So today, except for Alma, all the members of the Banshee Town Police Department are here to attend Reed Schumacher's funeral, which is an apology.

After the funeral, Ethan returned to the car, and a moment later, Siobhan also opened the passenger door and got into the car.

"Come on, I really don't like to come to this kind of occasion."

After Siobhan fastened his seat belt and urged Ethan to leave, he turned his head and looked out the window quietly.

Ethan knew that her family members had passed away, and she was the only one left. Maybe it was because of the situation, so he turned the key and left without saying anything.

Walking slowly along the road, after opening the window to let the wind blow for a while, Siobhan resumed his usual talking and laughing appearance.

At this time, a white extended concierge car in front honked its horn twice and turned into the Chino Moon Casino next to it.

The white extended concierge car stopped in front of the red carpet. A bald man in a white suit opened the door and got out of the car. The reporters who had been waiting for a long time surrounded the red carpet with long guns and short cannons.

Ethan slowed down the car and looked over. Proctor and a few people from the Chino tribe were standing at the end of the red carpet to meet the people coming.

"Is there any event going on at the Chino Moon Casino?"

"Saturday night, fight night, please look forward to the wonderful performance brought by UFC player Damian Sanchez." Siobhan looked at the banner on the side of the road and read it word by word.

"What's the matter, are you interested? Do you want to stop the car and let you buy a ticket." Ethan saw the crowd in front of him queuing up to buy tickets.

"No, I prefer WWE, that looks better."

"Well, you're right." Ethan nodded.

Those heroes flying into the sky and escaping from the ground in WWE, all kinds of wonderful lore moves, Siobhan said that it looks better, and it is true.

At this time, a car roared past.

Ethan looked at his dashboard, driving so fast, he must be speeding.

Glancing at Siobhan, she was already sitting firmly and gave Ethan a thumbs up.

Ethan turned on the warning lights, gripped the steering wheel tightly, kicked the floor oil, and Crown Victoria rushed forward with a roar.

(End of this chapter)