My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 390 Molly's Bar
During the time I went out with Irene just now, the newcomer Adam Rusek who just arrived today has already set his position, just in front of him.

Between him and Julie, with his back to the stairwell.

Seeing Ethan approaching, Ruzek held out his hand: "Sorry, I didn't know you were a police detective today."

"It's ok."

Ethan patted his palm: "We're in the same group, don't pay attention to these things, I don't mind if you call me Ethan, just buy me a drink."

"of course."

Rusek nodded hastily. We are all newcomers, and we are getting closer psychologically.

Here just now, he had a lot of cold faces and hot asses.

In fact, everyone is the same, if Ethan doesn't have Hank's backing, he is also treated like Ruzek now.

Before you do something convincing, who knows if you can be trusted as a person.

Maybe after a few days, I'll be gone.

Ethan returned to his seat and sat down comfortably.

After running outside for almost a day, he finally got a rest and turned on the computer. He looked at the corner of the table.

Two small flags, the Stars and Stripes and the state flag, were planted on the pennant stand.

He clicked the mouse, entered the password to turn on the computer, and then casually threw the flag holder into the drawer.

After closing the drawer, he turned his head:
"Those things on the wall behind Antonio, are they real or decorative?"

Orlinski bit the red twist candy and looked in the direction Ethan pointed. On the wall opposite them, on a wide wooden board, there were more than a dozen small cold weapons densely packed.

There are daggers, knuckles, shurikens, cross darts and more.

"Put it here, it's just a decoration." Orinski smiled: "Take it outside, it's hard to say."

"Ok."

Ethan shifted his gaze to his computer and skillfully entered the address of the Youtube.

Among a lot of videos of girls dancing, I chose a cooler one and clicked on it.

In the main room, everyone was busy, the phone rang, and Antonio and Julie could be heard calling different departments, requesting a search.

Rusek was also looking through the file carefully.

"Hey."

Orlinski's head lay beside the monitor, and he whispered:

"It's not right for you to do this."

Only then did Ethan notice that if Olinski turned sideways, he could just see a corner of his screen.

"Send me the URL."

The corners of Orlinski's mouth turned up, and the twist candy in his mouth shook.

Ethan raised his eyebrows and made a gesture of acceptance.

A few minutes later, Inspector Baiden came out of Hank's office, still looking stinky.

After a while, Hank also walked out from inside.

He brought that little black out of the interrogation room and walked downstairs.

No surprises, and soon it was time to get off work.

Cases have to be dealt with, and life has to be lived normally. Unless there are some very urgent cases or the tasks at hand are relatively heavy, it is normal to commute to and from get off work.

Working with a gun without a good rest can easily lead to problems.

Turning off the video site, Ethan rubbed his eyes.

"Hey."

Horstead came over and sat down at Rusek's table: "Irene and I will wait Molly, are you going?"

Rusek asked curiously, "Molly?"

"It's a bar we often go to. It's opened by firefighters. It's half of us. It's also a blue bar."

Horsted pointed to the downstairs: "Atwater of the patrol team held a party in Molly tonight. There were many people and asked us to go and play."

"I'm not going."

Rusek shook his head: "I have dinner with friends tonight, let's try another day."

"That's fine." Horstead looked at Ethan:
"What about you?"

"Send me the address." Ethan nodded, it's good to have a gathering with his colleagues after get off work, and he doesn't have to earn the overtime pay.

People in the main room left one after another, tidying up the table, Ethan stood up and put on his coat.

At this time, Hank came up from the stairs:

"Ethan, I'm going to play cards tonight, are you interested?"

"No."

He took off the police badge and put it in his pocket: "I promised Horstead to go to Molly's Bar at night."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Hank knocked on the table and returned to the office.

After finding a random place to have dinner, Ethan drove to Molly's Bar according to the address Horstead sent.

The so-called blue bars are generally opened by colleagues.

Many policemen like to have a few drinks after get off work. They usually choose to go to the blue bar, surrounded by colleagues, which can make their spirits more relaxed.

After parking the car, Ethan glanced at the signboard and walked inside.

"Sorry, sir."

A man standing by the door stopped him with a smile:

"There is an event tonight, and tickets need to be collected."

Ethan glanced at the advertising board at the door, took out a piece of change from his pocket, handed it to the man, and walked in.

I don't know if it was because of the event, but it was packed with people.

The area of ​​this Molly Bar is quite large. On the roof, small light bulbs are arranged like a net, emitting yellow light.

Music blaring, neon lights flashing, it looks like a nightclub.

This kind of lighting environment, as well as the DJ who is playing discs, should be the reason for charging tonight.

"Detective." A big black man in a gray woolen sweater and a suit came over with a beer glass and extended his arm to him.

"Hey."

Ethan almost didn't recognize him. The man who changed his clothes in front of him was the male patrolman who cooperated with them today: "Atwater, right?"

"Yes."

All the visitors are guests, not to mention the police detectives from the same branch as him. Atwater said with a smile: "I planned this event tonight. Irene and the others are sitting inside. I'll take you there."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble."

Ethan nodded, and walked inside with Atwater.

After walking a few steps, I saw three people sitting on the square table in the middle of the bar, not only Horstead and Irene, but also the female patrol officer Burgess.

This Molly's Bar, it seems that this is indeed the place where they hang out after get off work.

"Guys." Atwater greeted from afar:

"Look who's here."

"Hi."

Ethan raised his hand with a smile and greeted the three of them.

The female patrolman was wearing a V-neck black dress, which had a special style. Compared with when she was wearing a uniform today, she looked like a different person.

Beside her, there is an empty seat.

He nodded to the fair-skinned female patrol officer: "Is there anyone in this position?"

"You sit."

Burgess smiled and shook his head, leaning in.

"Atwater, what's the matter with you?"

Irene spread her hands: "Don't we come in without a discount?"

"Detective Lyndside."

After Ethan sat down, Atwater leaned against the table and raised the beer glass in his hand with a smile: "Please, business is business, I believe you can understand."

(End of this chapter)