My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 243 is a bastard

The eyes of the two groups collided with each other, full of gunpowder.

Hood greeted with a half-smile: "Good morning, Mr. Proctor."

"It's a fine day, Sheriff."

Proctor glanced back and forth, and also nodded with a smile.

But his voice changed again: "Is that what you can do to accuse me of illegal possession of weapons?"

Hood folded his hands on his chest with a smile on his face:
"Don't worry, of course it's not just that, I will keep watching you until I find evidence that you killed Alex."

Ethan keenly noticed that when it came to killing Alex, Rebecca scratched the hem of her skirt indiscriminately.

"I believe you have this opportunity. Besides, don't talk nonsense. Be careful that I will sue you for defamation."

Proctor rubbed his fingers, with a smug look on his face:

"But having said that, I want to express my gratitude to you. It was you who locked me up that gave me the perfect alibi."

Hood pursed his lips, stopped talking nonsense with him, and walked towards the police station.

When Proctor saw a few of them leaving in uniform, the smile on his face disappeared, and he walked into the restaurant with a straight face.

Back at the police station, Siobhan said angrily:

"Sooner or later, we will arrest him again."

Brock came over with coffee: "Who are you talking about?"

"I met Proctor outside just now." Ethan pulled out his chair and sat down, turning on the computer.

Brock looked outside first, then sat down: "There is no need to be angry about this kind of thing, I have experienced it too many times."

"At least after this incident, when he wanted to do something again, he didn't dare to be too unscrupulous."

After a brief morning meeting, they started today's patrol.

After killing the rabbit, Hood became more and more adept at doing things, and became more and more like a sheriff.

In the evening, Ethan was on duty at the police station. When he was using the computer to collect information on the Chino tribe, the alarm call rang.

He moved his chair and picked up the phone:

"Hello, Banshee Town Police Department."

"Is Brock here?" A woman's voice came from the phone, slightly drunk.

Ethan looked up to the side, Brock was eating a donut.

"This is Ethan Morgan, can I help you?"

He didn't hand the phone to Brock, but asked instead.

The opposite side paused: "Hi, Ethan, I've heard your name before, I'm Emily, you should know who I am."

"Of course, please wait."

Ethan put down the pen that recorded the information, and handed the receiver to Brock:
"Emily is looking for you."

Brock hurriedly patted off the debris on his body, wiped his hands with a tissue, and took the receiver.

Emily is Brock's ex-wife. The two had differences because of Brock's work problems, and finally ended their marriage with Emily's derailment.

There are only two or three kittens in the police station. Except for Hood, the family life of the others is very familiar with each other.

I just don't know when Brock and Emily got entangled again.

After hesitating for a while, Brock hung up the phone:

"Emily called the police. A stranger appeared near the house. I'll go and have a look."

Ethan didn't raise his head: "Remember to put on the condom."

"You're an asshole."

Brock drank the coffee in his cup, glared at Ethan, and walked out of the police station with his belt in his hand.

While he was busy, the phone rang again.

Unlock the screen, there is a message from Nora on it.

She said Alex's widow had mentioned a tribal commissioner named Thompson, whose name Alex had been bringing up a lot lately, and that the two seemed to be on good terms.

Ethan moved the mouse to find the previous file information.

He took a picture of the computer screen with his phone and sent it to Nora.

After a while, the phone rang again.

After Nora showed the photo to her sister-in-law, she confirmed that it was Thompson.

He put down his phone, tapped his fingers on the desktop, and looked at the computer. This Thompson was the Chino Tribal Commissioner who was almost kidnapped by Proctor.

Ethan and Siobhan rescued him, his mistress and children, and the kidnappers later clashed with Kate Moody, who lost her life for a dog.

It was because of that incident that Hood and Proctor officially met.

But Ethan remembered that this Thompson was targeted by Proctor because he wanted to vote to remove Alex, and wanted to use him to make an example of others.

When did Thompson become Alex's confidant again, this change must have been too fast.

Guessing doesn't help, so just ask.

Ethan remembered that Thompson had given him a business card, and after searching in the drawer for a while, he found it.

After a few rings, the phone was connected.

"This is Thompson, who is calling me?"

Ethan put his legs on the table and played with the pen in his hand: "Mr. Thompson, good evening, I'm Ethan Morgan, do you have any impression?"

After a moment of silence on the other side, Thompson asked tentatively:

"police officer?"

"That's right." Seeing that the other party finally remembered him, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thompson's tone was also more polite: "I don't know what you want from me?"

Ethan asked bluntly: "Is it convenient to chat face to face?"

Thompson hesitated for a while. Although he didn't know what to do with him, but the other party had saved his life, he agreed.

After the two agreed for half an hour, they met at his mistress' house.

After Ethan hung up the phone, he called Nora again. Not long after, there was the roar of cars outside the police station.

His Dodge Challenger screeched to a stop next to the door.

Nora pushed open the car door. She was wearing a brown leather jacket, skinny jeans, and combat boots.

Walking into the police station, she took off her sunglasses and looked at the layout inside:
"I don't understand what's so good about this place that it makes you miss it so much."

"If it wasn't for this place, it wouldn't be easy for you to contact Thompson." Ethan nodded her waist: "Can you zip up the zipper of your leather jacket a little bit, so that everyone can see that you are carrying two guns."

"It's okay, these two guns have concealed gun licenses."

Nora waved her hands indifferently, and sat down on Ethan's desk: "So, you've already contacted Thompson, right?"

Ethan nodded helplessly, looked at his watch, it was about the same time, so he moved the mouse to turn off the computer.

"I really didn't see the wrong person."

Nora smiled and stroked his shoulder with the toe of her boot.

Ethan reached out and grabbed Nora, easily carried Nora on his shoulder, and walked to the side to turn off the light.

"let me go."

Nora still wanted to struggle, but Ethan slapped her hard twice, and immediately calmed down.

The elasticity is amazing.

Ethan smacked his mouth, pinched her hard, and put her down.

Nora gave him a hard look, and walked towards the car with her hips twisted.

(End of this chapter)