My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

224 Negligence
"During this period, the people who came in and out of the house were those from the club."

Proctor did not avoid Rebecca, and directly explained to Borden: "Be clean, as long as anyone has been to our house, don't let anyone go."

Borden stretched out his hand to support his glasses, and nodded silently.

At noon, when Ethan was on patrol, a bicycle suddenly rushed out from the sidewalk beside him, scaring him so much that he stepped on the brakes.

"I'm sorry, officer."

The kid on the bicycle knew that he had caused trouble, and scratched his head to apologize to Ethan.

"It's okay, be careful when crossing the road in the future."

There was no need to compete with eight or nine-year-old children, Ethan waved his hand and told him to ride away quickly.

The little black boy nodded quickly and ran away holding the bicycle.

Ethan shook his head and smiled, and was about to drive away when he saw the bicycle in the boy's hand, thought of something, and turned the steering wheel quickly.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, they have always forgotten one thing.

Based on the information in the search warrant, Proctor could easily narrow down the scope of the informant.

He doesn't need evidence to do things, and it's not difficult to silence a few strippers.

Ethan only thought of Miranda when he saw the bicycle just now. There was a children's bicycle leaning against the wall next to her lawn.

He slammed on the gas pedal to give Miranda a quick warning.

The police car soon arrived near Miranda's residence. From a distance, the single mother could be seen coming out of the house with a garbage bag in her hand.

At the same time, from another direction, an Iveco also quickly approached Miranda's residence.

Miranda walked to the sidewalk and threw the bag in her hand into the trash can beside her.

She clapped her hands and took the key out of her pocket.

There was a roar of cars ahead, and Miranda looked up.

Seeing Iveco driving head-on, her face turned pale instantly, her fingers trembled, and the key fell on the sidewalk.

The man driving the Iveco was very familiar to her, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a bow tie.

This unattractive man who followed Proctor all day long was dedicated to doing dirty work for his boss, and she had seen Borden beat people more than once.

When I received the news yesterday that Proctor was arrested, other strippers took it as a joke, and no one thought he would be locked up for too long.

Miranda vaguely felt that Proctor's arrest should be related to her.

While she was happy, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

I wanted to take sick leave today, but I was afraid that I would expose myself.

She could only bite the bullet and go out to work, but she didn't expect to see that scary guy driving straight towards her as soon as she walked out the door.

Miranda wanted to run away with her legs open, but like a mouse being watched by a cat, she couldn't move, as if her body was frozen.

Just when she was desperate, a shrill siren sounded behind her.

Ethan also noticed the Iveco. He didn't expect Proctor to send someone over to silence him. He wouldn't be so stupid as to think that Borden was just passing by in the driver's seat.

The distance was too far, if Borden attacked suddenly, Miranda would definitely die.

With an idea, he rang the siren quickly.

This piercing voice immediately caught Borden's attention.

Borden looked away from Miranda and saw a police car approaching from the opposite direction.

He gritted his teeth, did not stop the car, and continued to step on the accelerator.

The two cars passed by, and the eyes of the two people collided. Ethan couldn't imagine what a person had gone through to have such a pair of dead eyes.

After turning a corner, Iveco disappeared at the end of the road.

When Ethan drove the police car to Miranda's side, she realized that her feet went limp and she slumped on the ground.

Miranda was already sweating profusely at the face-to-face meeting just now.

Ethan quickly got out of the car and helped her up, comforting her:
"never mind."

"Why did he come to me?" Miranda barely stood up, looking at Ethan in horror.

Ethan buckled his belt and said helplessly:
"There are not many outsiders who can enter Proctor's house. I think you must be within his guess range, but your reaction just now has confirmed that you are the informant."

"Then what should I do now?" Miranda grabbed Ethan's arm tightly and said excitedly, "You can't just ignore it."

Ethan glanced inside the room: "Where's your child?"

"At the daycare center."

"is it safe?"

"I haven't spoken to anyone at the club."

"That's good." Ethan thought for a while, and said:
"Although Proctor was captured, his subordinates are still there. You can't stay in this place any longer."

Miranda gritted her teeth, she understood what Ethan meant: "Wait for me for 3 minutes."

After leaving a word, she walked quickly into the house.

Ethan thought about it, took out his mobile phone and made a call. Although Miranda said that the decision was made, she did help a lot, so he couldn't just watch it like this.

A few minutes later, Miranda walked out quickly dragging a suitcase.

Ethan stepped forward and helped her pick up the suitcase and put it away: "What about your house? Do you need me to help you?"

"No, this is for rent."

Miranda reluctantly looked at the place where she had lived for several years, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Without any further hesitation, she turned around and got into the car.

Ethan escorted her all the way to the daycare center, waited for Miranda to pick up the child, and then headed to the highway with her.

A blue pickup truck was parked at the intersection, and Hood was leaning on the front of the car, holding a paper bag in his hand.

Ethan honked the horn to signal Miranda to stop, and he parked beside Hood himself.

Taking the paper bag from Hood, he walked towards Miranda:
"Do you know where to go?"

Miranda rubbed the head of the little boy sitting in the co-pilot, and forced a smile: "I have a cousin in Chicago."

"Very well, don't come back in the future."

Ethan handed over the paper bag in his hand: "I can't do much, here are [-] US dollars, it should be enough for you to settle down."

"Thank you, you are a good person." Miranda hesitated for a while, but still took the money:

"Promise me, take Proctor down."

Miranda waved goodbye and turned the steering wheel to steer the silver Nissan onto the freeway, where it quickly disappeared into traffic.

Fortunately, he went there in time, Ethan lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling a little scared.

Footsteps sounded next to him, and Ethan flicked off the ash:
"I'll give you my share when I get back."

Now I can no longer do the stupid thing of taking thousands of dollars out of my body at every turn.

"no need."

Hood shook his head distressedly: "It's my negligence, not yours, I don't know what will happen to her."

"But how should I say it?" Hood crossed his arms and said:
"I now have one more reason to deal with Proctor."

"Speaking of which." Ethan kicked away the stones beside his feet: "Do you think there is great hope for Alex?"

(End of this chapter)