My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 368 Dry Cleaning Shop

They had already asked what they needed to know, so they didn't stay in this bar any longer.

Ethan doesn't like this kind of environment, it will encourage the violence in his heart.

Walking out of the bar, he took out a cigarette case and distributed it to everyone.

He took out his Dupont lighter, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Noticing that Hank was rummaging through his pockets, he casually threw the lighter over.

Taking the lighter, Hank looked at it for a moment, then lit it.

"Your name is Siobhan, right?" Phillips took the lighter and looked at Siobhan: "Tomorrow I will go to this Dr. Quake, and I will inform you of any news."

"Before that, I need your Banshee Town Police Department to maintain the original rhythm, understand what I mean?"

Siobhan nodded, as long as the case can be solved smoothly, she doesn't care what method is used.

If the police station is dispatched wantonly, it will also arouse the murderer's alert.

Siobhan said, "I will report the situation to the sheriff."

"This is whatever you want."

Phillips lit the lighter and waved nonchalantly.

In this case, he already had the highest command, even the local sheriff.

He handed the lighter back to Ethan, said with a smile:

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ethan knew that he wasn't thanking him for the cigarettes, this time, it was the second time he had saved him.

"It's late now, are you interested in following me to the dry cleaner tomorrow?"

Phillips flicked off the ash and said seriously: "You should be very interested in this murderer against humanity now, right?"

These words reached Ethan's heart, he really wanted to meet such a person.

He put away the lighter, walked towards the place where the car was parked, and at the same time raised the hand holding the cigarette, and waved it casually:

"I remember you had my phone."

Seeing the two people going away, Hank asked hoarsely, "Didn't you say that his father was the former sheriff here?"

"Dupon lighter, that's not cheap, black policeman?"

"There must be illegal operations. I told you, he is as unruly as you." Phillips bit his cigarette and said:

"But the black police will not."

"Did you see the aborigines today, there is an aboriginal casino nearby."

"What are you trying to say?" Hank followed him forward.

"According to the latest information I found about him."

Phillips took out the keys and opened the car door: "It's hard to say now, but in a year or two, he will definitely be richer than the two of us combined."

"The aboriginal casino has his shares."

"Although I don't know how he did it, the lighter just now is not worth mentioning to him."

"Walter?"

Hank sat in the car, his eyes flickering:
"That's a millionaire. Now the difficulty has risen. I have to say that I like the way he acted just now."

"Even a rich man has his hobbies." Phillips started the vehicle: "Things with challenges are more fun, aren't they?"

The Chevrolet SUV moved forward slowly, and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

The next morning, Ethan received a call from Phillips and drove out immediately.

Soon came to the address that the black-haired man said yesterday, and Phillips' black Chevrolet SUV was parked on the corner of the street.

He stopped the car, drank coffee and approached the SUV.

"Good morning."

Ethan leaned against the car door and greeted the two people inside: "Any plans?"

"It's ten o'clock in the morning."

Phillips glanced at his watch: "The dry cleaners have been open for business, shall we go in directly?"

As he spoke, he looked at Hank.

Hank nodded: "I have no problem."

Ethan took a sip of his coffee and looked at Hank carefully. It should be a difficult character for Phillips to ask for his opinion.

He had the face of an old-school white tough guy, and his voice was low and hoarse.

During the conversation, it gives people a sense of trust.

Ethan shook his head and tapped his fingers on the car door: "You are not familiar with this place, this row of buildings has back doors."

"I'll go there and wait. After 1 minute, you will start to act again."

After speaking, he threw the coffee cup into the trash can beside him, and walked around behind.

Phillips and Hank glanced at each other, then raised their watches tacitly.

When the time came, the two of them immediately got out of the car and walked to the dry cleaners.

Pushing open the glass door, Phillips glanced around.

At the service desk next to the door, a black woman in red stood inside.

The dry cleaning shop does not seem to have a lot of space, and the clothes wrapped in dust bags are densely hung.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

When the clerk saw two big men walking in empty-handed, his eyes were flustered.

"I very much doubt that you can help me."

Phillips found the partition door behind the clothes hanger, answered her casually, and walked inside.

"Hey."

The woman in red ignored a customer who was still standing next to her and came to pick up her clothes, leaned forward on the service desk and said excitedly: "You can't just go to the back like this, it's a private place."

"Thanks for your reminder."

Hank nodded back to her: "We know it's a private place."

That's what they said, but they still walked to the partition door indifferently and pushed it open.

Unlike the narrow outside, the inside is bright and clean.

At the desk, a white man in a yellow plaid shirt was examining the body of a topless woman.

"Shhh~"

Phillips whistled and took off his sunglasses:
"God, what a pair of giants."

"Hey hey hey."

The man in the plaid shirt let go of his hands and asked angrily, "Waterfa, you can't just come in like this."

"But we came in like this, what can you do?"

Hank walked to the side table and sat down: "Beauty, hurry up, it's none of your business here."

"Doctor Quick."

Phillips lifted a corner of his suit jacket to reveal the badge hanging on his belt: "FBI, I think we can have a good chat."

Seeing the badge, Quick's hands trembled slightly.

The woman who came for the breast augmentation re-examination also hurriedly wrapped her clothes, picked up the handbag beside her and ran out along the partition door.

"Doctor David Quick."

Phillips pulled up a chair and sat down with his legs crossed:
"Your information is really interesting."

Quick got up abruptly, and ran back along the straight corridor next to him.

From the corridor in the middle, four or five meters inside is the back door.

Phillips and Hank didn't even intend to move, they looked at his fleeing figure sneeringly.

"Boom."

Quick ran to the back, and just opened the door when there was a muffled sound.

He took a few steps back and staggered to the ground.

(End of this chapter)