My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 478 Interference Investigation
The two didn't say anything, and Ethan left the sheriff's office quickly.

With such a son on the table, it was enough for him to have a headache.

His father was a sheriff, but he was involved in gang vendettas.

Justin didn't look stupid, he didn't expect to do such a stupid thing.

Now Hank's meaning is obvious, he wants to cover up this matter.

That was his son, and he had no other choice.

A few minutes later, Hank also walked out of the office and pulled out the whiteboard:

"Everyone."

He posted a photo on the whiteboard and wrote his name: "This is our new case."

"This man's name is Frank Fitoli."

"Gangster, he has done all kinds of illegal activities in the South District these years. His body was found on the shore of the lake this morning."

"I know this man."

Antonio stood up: "He has contacts with many big people."

"Yes."

Hank tapped the whiteboard with a large pen, and said hoarsely:
"There is an order from above to find out the murderer and see what games these gangs want to play."

He concealed it well, as usual.

Ethan knew the truth, and only then could he hear the tiredness hidden deep in his heart.

"Let me come to the murder scene!"

Ethan raised his hand to signal: "I'll see if the patrolman missed any clues."

"very good!"

Hank nodded quickly, and he looked at Irene again: "You go with him."

At this time, the key point is to put his own people in order to be able to rest assured. He doesn't want to solve this case, but he still has to do something.

He didn't even want to move, he couldn't explain it.

"As for you." Hank looked at the others: "Go talk to the informant and see if there is any movement on the road."

The arrangement of the case was extremely simple, just a single photo and name.

As for the photos that Hank showed him just now, they didn't post them at all.

Others don't know, but Ethan's heart is like a mirror.

The meaning of interfering with the investigation is already very obvious.

No matter how deep Justin's involvement is, with blood on his hands, the problem is bound to be serious.

Hank didn't dare to let his son go to prison again, that would mean his life was in danger.

The briefing was over quickly, and everyone else dispersed.

This kind of case is obvious, and the degree of freedom is extremely high. You can investigate it however you want.

"What were you talking about in there just now?"

Erin hurried down and asked without looking back.

It was her, and if it was someone else, how would he dare to ask such a question.

Irene stopped when she heard no answer.

Upstairs, Ethan put on his coat unhurriedly, and walked down slowly: "Nothing to talk about, Hank said he could get a sideline ticket for the Bulls, and asked me if I was interested."

"you are lying."

Irene cast a dissatisfied look: "Do you think Hank will let you have a side ticket?"

"All right!"

Ethan spread his hands: "It's just a topic for some men, are you sure you want to know?"

"Forget it, don't say a word."

Erin shook her head quickly, and walked down quickly.

The two drove to the dumping site, which was barren and surrounded by dense reeds.

A patrol car could be seen from a distance, and an open space was surrounded by a police tape in front. Noticing the arrival of the vehicle, the patrolman in the car quickly got out of the car.

Ethan flashed the hidden police light, then turned it off.

The two patrolmen relaxed and took their hands off the butts of their guns.

After Irene stopped the car, Ethan opened the car door and walked over quickly: "Intelligence Team of the 21st Division, where is the body?"

The place surrounded by the cordon was empty, except for a pool of blood.

"You are late."

The leading male patrolman shrugged and sniffed: "The homicide team, the evidence collection room, and the patrol team have all been here, and the corpses have been taken away."

"Thank you!"

Ethan nodded at him: "Thank you!"

It's really not easy to stand guard outside the lake beach in winter.

Lifting the security belt, he walked into the dumping point.

There is nothing special inside, there have been several waves of people, and there are shoe prints everywhere.

The bloodstain also became solidified, and the surroundings were trampled.

He already knew who the murderer was, and he came here just to destroy the scene. Now this part of the work has been done for him by others.

The two patrolmen also returned to the car, and they fiddled with them casually.

Not far away, Irene stood behind a clump of reeds, her head raised.

Ethan went to her side, looked forward along her line of sight, and an outdoor camera came into view.

There is also a blue lampshade above the camera.

"This is our police surveillance." Irene scratched the bridge of her nose: "I bet, it captured the process of dumping the body and the murderer's clues."

"What are you gambling?"

Ethan knew that this kind of outdoor police camera was usually just for show.

Even if it is a real guy, it will be damaged in all likelihood.

Irene compared the directions. Although it is tens of meters away from here, the angle is no problem:
"Purple Pig Restaurant, dinner, do you want to bet?"

This is a very popular Michelin-recommended restaurant in Chicago. The per capita consumption is not high, and you can eat comfortably for a few dozen dollars.

"no problem."

Ethan stretched out his hand: "There is one condition, you can't settle accounts with me for what happened last night."

"Okay!" Although remembering that he was wearing a small dress last night and sitting in a taxi by himself, he was still a little bit annoyed.

But for the food, she had no choice but to give in:

"But you have to read the code, otherwise it would be too unfair to me."

Without her saying anything, Ethan walked into the distance with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Now it is necessary to know the extent of Justin's involvement in order to think of a way to solve the problem.

The only good news is that there are no shoe prints along the way.

The people who came here just now may have noticed this police camera, but their thinking should be the same as Ethan's, and they all think this thing is broken.

Taking a picture of the code, he didn't send it to Gene as usual.

In case this thing really works, you have to see it yourself before deciding on the next move.

Kick up the mud and return to the police station soon.

Instead of going upstairs, the two went directly to the garage technical room.

Irene was gearing up, chanting words like pork ribs, roasted pork bone marrow, etc. in her mouth.

Ethan shook his head, wondering if she would have such a good appetite if she really saw Justin later.

Give the captured code to Gene. With this thing, he quickly found the corresponding monitoring data and downloaded the video.

"cough~"

Seeing that Gene's mouse pointer moved to the video file, Ethan cleared his throat and patted Gene on the shoulder:

"Thank you, the next thing, just leave it to me."

"All right!"

Gene didn't suspect him, got up and walked to the side.

Because of the bet, Irene has been watching from the sidelines.

Ethan had no choice but to turn on the video in front of her.

(End of this chapter)