My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 415 Do what you are good at
Hearing all that Miranda told, Burgess' fingers turned white.

She held Miranda's hand and comforted her in a low voice:

"Sorry to hear that."

"Is this why you didn't dare to tell me before?" Ethan picked up the beer bottle and took a big gulp: "You know I'm not afraid of those people."

"I know you're not afraid."

Miranda said in a trance: "But I'm afraid, you are alone, and I don't know what you can do."

"Those people are very cruel. There are many people like me."

"Someone once tried to resist. Her child was beaten to death in front of us."

"It's just trying to warn us not to try to do anything about it."

She shook her head and said, "You are a good person, I cannot harm you."

Ethan clutched the bottle in silence, and after a while, he said in a muffled voice, "That's why you told me to leave just now."

"Ah."

Miranda's eyes were flushed, and she said emotionally: "But you are a police detective in Chicago now, if you can do something, can you help me find Danny back."

"As long as he's alive and well, I'm fine."

"I haven't seen him in a month, God, don't know how he is now."

"rest assured."

Ethan put down the beer bottle and said seriously, "I will definitely help you rescue Danny."

He and Burgess glanced at each other with solemn expressions.

Using children to deliver drugs is a good choice for traffickers, as they can easily avoid the attention of law enforcement officers.

But organized coercion and frequent killings are no longer ordinary traffickers.

"Now, tell me everything you will know."

Ethan reached out and asked Burgess to bring her notebook: "I need your time to save Danny and the other children safely."

He gritted his teeth: "Continue with your work, as usual."

"Can you do this for Danny?"

"Okay, I'll leave everything to you." Miranda clenched her fists and said everything she had learned.

Ethan recorded all the clues, and added Miranda's social account to make it easier to contact, and at the same time asked her to send him a photo of Danny.

Looking at the cute smiling little boy on the phone, he pursed his lips.

After tearing off the piece of paper from the notebook and stuffing it into his pocket, Ethan took out two hundred dollars and handed it to Miranda: "I'll take you back first."

"The next thing, leave it to me."

"Thank you."

Miranda held the money in her hand and said hesitantly, "This money."

"Don't worry, I'm a rich man."

Ethan showed a smile: "If you don't take the money, how will you explain it when you go back?"

Thinking of those people's tricks, Miranda trembled all over, and quickly put away the money.

Seeing her like this, Ethan gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for a few months, a glamorous stripper was tossed into such an inhuman, ghost-like appearance.

Ethan looked at Burgess: "Do you need me to take you?"

"If it doesn't bother you." Burgess nodded.

Atwater didn't even know where the patrol had gone at this time, and it was better to take a ride than to take a taxi.

"Let's go then."

After paying the bill, the three of them walked out of the restaurant together.

Three blocks away from where Miranda got into the car, put Burgess down and let her wait.

"You're the same as usual."

After Ethan stopped the car, he stretched out his body and put his arms around Miranda, and leaned into her ear and said, "Pretend to be tired, don't get excited, don't get excited."

"Keep hope."

"Even if you are in hell, I will pull you out."

Miranda grabbed his hand tightly, kissed him on the cheek, and got out of the car as usual.

In the eyes of others, this is a performance that is still unsatisfactory.

Miranda walked towards the shadow with tired steps, and the dim streetlight shone on her, giving off a ray of hope.

Back to the place where Burgess was put down, she was leaning against a lamp post, kicking a soda can in boredom.

Ethan pulled over, lowered the window, and lit a cigarette.

"Boom."

There was a sound of closing the door, and Burgess looked around the car with some restraint.

The interior of the Dodge Challenger has been refurbished, not as old-fashioned as imagined, and the corresponding electronic settings are also complete.

The leather seats are much more comfortable than Crown Victoria.

The interior of the car was clean and tidy, except for the smell of inferior perfume left by Miranda just now, there was only a faint smell of tobacco.

"Where to go?"

Not hearing Burgess speak, Ethan glanced at her.

"Oh."

Burgess twirled his fingers and said nervously, "Just take me back to the police station."

"Ok."

Ethan nodded and started the vehicle.

The night wind quickly poured in, taking away the smell of the perfume.

Ethan flicked his finger, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground and was blown to the side of the road by the wind.

There are still 10 minutes away from the police station. Burgess glanced at Ethan who was driving seriously, and cleared his throat:

"Actually, you are a good person."

"Stop."

Ethan pressed the car CD, and classic rock music played.

The corner of his eye looked at Burgess: "That sentence you said, where I came from, is a curse."

"Walter?"

Burgess raised his eyebrows: "What kind of curse is this?"

"is just a joke."

Ethan rubbed his ears: "Don't worry, why do you say I'm a good person?"

"Looking at you, it doesn't look like you need to find a street girl?" Burgess snapped his fingers: "You saw a friend you didn't know very well on the side of the road, and you wanted to help her."

"You must value your friends very much."

"When you encounter difficulties, you will find a way to help. What is this not a good person?"

"It must be a very happy thing to be your friend."

Burgess smiled: "You are not as badass as you appear. Miranda is lucky to know you."

"Please note your identity, Constable Burgess."

Ethan lowered his face and said in a deep voice, "Are you calling me an asshole?"

"Feel sorry."

Burgess waved his hand quickly: "I didn't mean that."

She was about to explain something, but found that the corners of Ethan's mouth were upturned, and he was silently giggling. She gritted her teeth angrily and said, "You are really a bastard."

Ethan smiled, turned to look at her: "What happened tonight."

"Don't worry, I know it's confidential."

Burgess pursed his lips and looked at the CD player: "Whose song is this?"

"Paul McTerney."

Ethan casually replied: "Yesterday, didn't you hear that?"

"No." Burgess shifted his attention again: "What are you going to do about this matter?"

"What else can be done."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and held the steering wheel tightly with his palms: "Do what we do best."

Sending Burgess back to the police station, he checked his watch and drove home.

(End of this chapter)