My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 173 Miranda

Proctor stared viciously at the few people standing in front of him, his eyes scanning back and forth.

He raised his hand wrapped in a handkerchief, and the security personnel trembled.

"You did a good job."

Proctor reached into his coat and took out a wad of money from his pocket, probably over $1000.

He patted the money on one of them. "This is your reward."

"Mr. Proctor, thank you."

The man quickly took the money and thanked him vaguely, his jaw was bruised and swollen.

Proctor looked around, and everyone in the club was looking at him.

"I will never treat those who work for me badly."

"The premise is that he wants to do things for me."

"People like this." Proctor waved his arm and shouted at Sheamus who was fainted on the ground:

"There is only one end for those who take my money but do nothing for me."

At this moment, Borden picked up the half bottle of whiskey on the table next to him, walked up to Sheamus, and swung it heavily at his head.

"boom."

The bottle exploded.

The smell of alcohol in the club instantly became stronger, Borden showed a slight smile, and threw the bottle neck aside.

"Throw this person out, clean up everything in the club, and at noon tomorrow, I want the place to resume business as normal."

Proctor explained to Borden, then buttoned up his suit and strode towards the office.

At this time, the Banshee Town police station was as lively as a vegetable market.

To be precise, it should be as lively as a strip club.

The house was full of birds and birds, their noses were filled with the smell of cheap perfume, and they were making noise everywhere, and Ethan felt his head swell.

He walked to the temporary detention room and opened the iron gate.

Inside stood a dozen or so strippers, scantily clad and impatient.

Ethan looked at one of the women, who kept chewing gum, denim shorts, and a sleeveless floral shirt on her upper body.

None of the shirt buttons were buttoned, revealing the green bra and half of the white rabbit inside.

Ethan pointed with a pen and said simply:

"You, come out."

After she came out, Ethan closed the door and led her back to the seat.

He pulled out his chair and sat down, picked up his notebook and said:
"I'll ask you a few questions, and if you cooperate, it won't take you too much time."

The green woman rolled her eyes "I don't know anything, I'm just there for work."

Ethan tapped the notebook with a pen, and asked:
"What's your name, please?"

"Marilyn Monroe."

Ethan stopped holding the pen, staring at her coldly.

The girl in the green mask was frightened by his eyes, and her chewing gum slowed down.

She glanced left and right at the people around her, and said confidently:
"Did you see what I did illegally on the spot?"

"If not, I won't tell you anything."

Ethan suddenly felt at a loss for words, asked a few simple questions, and pushed her into the temporary detention room.

He looked at the noisy office area. Since they were all sitting together, they were interrogating together now.

Seven or eight people were talking at the same time, buzzing like a bunch of flies.

Four or five meters away from the office area is the temporary detention room, and all the strippers brought back to the police station are inside.

The temporary detention room is two large iron cages separated by iron fences, and the people inside can clearly see and hear what they are talking or asking.

Ethan closed the door, returned to the desk, and knocked on the table.

Brock, Emmett, and Siobhan all stopped their work and looked up.

"Go in and talk."

Ethan shook his head towards the sheriff's office and walked in first.

Hood was looking at the transcript of the question just now, without any clues, he was smoking a cigarette impatiently.

Seeing a few subordinates coming in with a whimper, he sat up straight quickly.

"Any clues?"

Ethan waited for Siobhan to close the door, patted the notebook in his hand and said:

"If you ask like this, they will never disclose any information."

"They are afraid of Proctor's retaliation. I suggest this, and then they will be interrogated separately."

"The equipment room, the reception desk at the front door, the offices here, the locker rooms and the mini shooting range in the back all come in handy, all in private conversations."

"While creating psychological pressure, it also gives them a safe space to talk."

Too many people were arrested this time. The Banshee Town Police Station is a small police station, so it can only operate like this now.

Hearing Ethan's words, the others nodded quickly.

After leaving the office, they quickly changed the location of the interrogation and sat up far away.

At this moment, Ethan came to the detention room again and looked inside.

One of them, a black woman wearing a floral long skirt and a denim jacket, caught his attention. This graceful woman was carrying a blue satchel and was standing quietly in the corner of the detention room.

He opened the iron gate and waved at the black woman.

She followed Ethan all the way inside, pushed open the partition door, and the innermost part was the fitness area of ​​the police station and a simple shooting range.

The two sat down at the round table in the middle, Ethan pulled out the chair and took out a cigarette.

"Would you like one?"

"Thank you."

The black woman took the cigarette and lit it in front of the flame.

Ethan lit another one for himself and capped the lighter.

After coming inside, it was finally much cleaner. Ethan went to the water dispenser next to her and got her a glass of water, then took the ashtray and flicked ash on it.

The black woman looked around and took a deep drag on her cigarette.

"I remember you."

Ethan raised his head, "Is this the case?"

The black woman nodded, "Some time ago, you came to the club with a man dressed in a weird way, and you gave me a lot of tips at that time."

Ethan scratched his face with his fingers, recalling carefully.

"Electric ass?"

"That's right." She showed a smile, "I am very impressed with you. You are one of the few customers in our club who are generous and have clean hands and feet."

"That's such a pity."

Ethan shook his head, "I thought it was my handsome looks that caught your attention."

She chuckled a few times, and her body relaxed.

"My name is Ethan."

The black woman looked at the palm in front of her, thought for a moment, and shook hands with Ethan.

"Miranda."

"I think you should know what we are doing?" Ethan asked, turning his pen.

"Of course, no one is an idiot. You want to trouble Proctor."

Miranda took a deep breath, raised her eyebrows and said, "But I think your efforts are wasted."

Ethan stopped turning his pen, "Why do you say that?"

She leaned back on the back of the chair, looked at the glass of water in front of her and said:
"Believe me, for those girls, Proctor is more terrifying than you, and they won't tell you anything."

"If I offend you, the worst case is to pay a fine and stay for a few days."

"Offended Proctor, you don't need to tell me, you know the consequences."

(End of this chapter)