My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 174 Clues
Ethan nodded, then met Miranda's eyes.

"how about you?"

Miranda looked away. "I don't understand what you mean."

Ethan tapped on the table lightly, and asked in a deep voice, "You said those girls are afraid of Proctor and won't tell us anything."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Proctor is too powerful, he controls almost everything here." Miranda slowly pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Not everything, at least not including me." Ethan smiled, threw the cigarette case in front of her and continued:
"What about you?"

Miranda took out a cigarette, took the lighter and lit it. She was silent for a while, and then said:
"I only belong to myself, and I am not a toy manipulated by anyone."

"I'm a single mother, I have children to take care of at home, I need money, but I can't do anything else, I can only work in the Savoy Gentlemen's Club."

Ethan nodded, expressing his understanding.

There are many like her. In fact, on Laomei's side, although the work content of strippers is not very serious, it is indeed a serious job.

There are even some female students who are admitted to college, because they cannot afford the high fees, they choose to work in strip clubs to earn tuition fees. This kind of thing happens from time to time.

Miranda picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then said dryly:

"After working at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club for a while, he called me to his house and still does that, three or four times a week."

"Every time he made us wear those Amish hoods and treated us like playthings."

Ethan understood what she meant, but at this moment he could only ask blankly:
"Then did he give you money?"

"Yes, but he said it was a gift."

Unexpectedly, Proctor was so impeccable in doing things, he forced himself to ask:

"What will happen if you don't agree to his request?"

Miranda breathed heavily and broke the cigarette in her hand.

"Anyone who refused his request was fired, and he raped me."

"Strong girls fucked me so many times and I was forced to accept that I needed to make money and feed my kids."

"calm down."

Ethan quickly comforted her, "I didn't mean to comment on you. You didn't do anything wrong. It was Proctor who coerced you, but we have no way to arrest him for the things you said."

A serious stripper is a dancer, and most of them can only watch but not get started.

It is also a job for others to go to work in the club. It is illegal for Proctor to use his power to coerce them, but he also gives money, which becomes a transaction.

Proctor also claimed that the money given was a gift, so it became an act of your own will.

Based on this alone, there is nothing he can do about it.

Miranda snapped her nails vigorously, and said resentfully:

"If I give you some useful information, can you promise to send him to jail?"

Ethan spread his hands, "It depends on what information you provide?"

Miranda asked again hesitantly: "Will I be required to testify in court then?"

"You know I have a child, so I can't testify in court. Before your police station arrested Proctor, all the people who testified in court disappeared."

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

Ethan shook his head helplessly, took out his phone, "Wait a minute, someone can give you this answer."

After the text message was sent, after a while, Hood pushed open the partition door and walked in.

Ethan stood up and greeted him, explaining the situation clearly to him, Hood went to Miranda and sat down.

He scratched his head, looked at Miranda and said seriously:

"Your name is Miranda, right?"

"I am Sheriff of the Banshee Town Police Department, Lucas Hood."

"If you have enough information to send Proctor to prison, I assure you that I will do everything possible to keep you out of the incident and do my best to ensure your safety."

Miranda looked at him, then turned to look at Ethan who was standing aside.

Ethan approached, put his hand on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes.

"I also promise you that I will not let anything happen to you and your children."

Miranda picked up the water glass in front of her, drank up the water in one gulp, and then squeezed the disposable water glass with both hands.

"There is a man who is a customer of the club."

"I used to date him often. He was Proctor's subordinate and was responsible for transporting goods to Proctor."

"When that man drinks, he often brags about working for Proctor."

"I once heard him mention that Proctor has a special place for making pills, where they are made, packaged, and shipped."

Hood's eyes lit up, this is Proctor's unique workshop.

He and Ethan looked at each other, stood up immediately, put their hands on the table, "Do you know his name?"

Miranda said slowly, "Matt Sharp."

"Thank you, you helped us a lot." Hood said excitedly.

"Remember what you promised me, I don't want to hear my name appear in this matter." Miranda stood up with her satchel, and continued to Hood:

"Do what you should do and send Proctor to prison."

"Don't worry, I will."

Hood sat down and lit a cigarette.

"Wait a minute." Seeing Miranda walking outside, Ethan quickly stopped her.

"Is there anything else?"

"I'm going out with you for your safety."

Only then did Miranda come to her senses, and quickly stopped. After Ethan stepped forward and grabbed her arm, the two walked out together.

Pushing Miranda into the temporary detention room, Ethan called another stripper to come out and continue the interrogation.

Miranda was interrogated as soon as she was interrogated, and the interrogation was stopped. Any fool would know that there was something wrong with her.

The rest of the work was completed step by step, and Proctor's lawyer quickly rushed to the police station.

Hood had already obtained the key clues, and without entanglement with him too much, he simply let everyone go.

After all the captured people left, the police station returned to its usual tranquility.

After a busy night with a dozen strippers, everyone is dizzy.

Brock went to the coffee machine to get a cup of coffee, slumped on the seat, and raised the notebook in his hand high.

"I don't get anything here. Most people claim not to know about Proctor's organization to buy silver. They just dance in the club."

"Other smart people didn't even admit this until the lawyers were there."

Emmet also raised his arms and said dully, "Me too."

Siobhan raised his hand, "It's the same here, I don't get anything."

After Siobhan finished speaking, the office area fell silent, only the sound of a lighter clicking, and smoke curled up.

Ethan exhaled the smoke slowly and picked up the coffee cup.

The sound of the chair moving quickly sounded, and Siobhan and the others stood up one after another, looking at Ethan with piercing eyes.

(End of this chapter)