My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 528 Nothing Special
Looking at the empty chairs in Orlinski's desk, Irene collected her mind.

"At the moment, we don't have any clues."

With her back to everyone, she wrote a name on the whiteboard with a pen: "I communicated with Lexie, and she only heard her boyfriend shouting the gunman's name when he was shot."

"Karaka."

"The name Caraca means skull in Spanish."

Antonio took her words: "Given what you just said, I suspect it is the Latin Priests."

"They often give this type of nickname to their people."

"This is also consistent with the information from the anti-mafia group."

Horstead looked at the information collected by the on-site patrol in his hand, frowned and said, "There are no witnesses nearby, not even surveillance cameras."

"Clap!"

Hank clapped his hands: "No matter what, we're going to find this Karaka."

"And make him plead guilty so Lexie doesn't have to be a witness."

"I have a question."

Ethan raised his hand, attracting everyone's attention.

"I mean, is there such a possibility?" He touched his nose and said:

"After finding Karaka, if he resists arrest."

This was so straightforward that everyone present understood what he meant.

"cough."

Hank coughed heavily: "Many people are watching this case now."

"Okay, everyone go to work."

Ethan turned around and found Sumner standing behind, holding two extra thick folders in her hand, looking at him in surprise.

"Good morning."

He flashed his white teeth at Sumner. "What's that in your hand?"

"This is a report on all drug-related cases in the Pearson community in the last year." Sumner collected her mind, and she held up another folder:

"Here is a list of gang members who have been arrested for carrying guns in several nearby communities in the last year."

"If we're lucky enough, maybe we'll find something."

It seemed that she had really listened to what she said, and began to take the initiative to find things to do.

This is also the first step for her to integrate in. If she only knows how to complain, no one will take care of her.

Irene cast a surprised look: "So many documents, how did you do it?"

"Take it as my special ability!"

Sumner shrugged, and she looked at Hank, "What do you think?"

"Do what you want." Hank waved his hand, worried that he couldn't find an excuse to send her away.

"The host of the party is in the temporary detention room in the bureau."

Antonio went downstairs: "I'll bring the man up and see what he knows."

Ethan returned to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, he saw a box wrapped in gift wrapping paper on it.

He picked up something and opened it suspiciously.

Inside is a bottle of Macallan whiskey, a 12-year-old single barrel, and the price is not cheap.

"Congratulations."

There is also a small card next to it, with two simple words written on it, without signature.

Picking up the card and sniffing it, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar smell.

He quietly put the whiskey and cards into the cabinet, and studied possible directions to follow.

After a while, Antonio led people up.

The people in the Datong room hurried into the observation room.

After a simple interrogation, everyone showed disappointment.

The man inside had terrified eyes and trembling body. It was obvious that the matter had nothing to do with him.

Ethan suspected that if he went in and asked him where the first field battle took place, that guy would say it without hesitation.

Antonio walked out of the interrogation room and came to them:

"What do you think?"

Ethan was silent, and Sumner stood in the corner.

Rusek didn't know where he went, and Hank went to explain to the director about the seizure of investigation rights.

"This person is a softie." Irene shook her head slightly:
"There's no way he's connected to a gang."

Antonio also agreed with her, and he stuffed the notebook into his pocket:

"Maybe Russell's mum knows something and I'll go to the hospital to find out about it."

"Wait a minute." Horstead opened the notebook and said without raising his head:
"Why is no one discussing that matter? Boyett was handcuffed last night. Aren't you all curious?"

"Bah!"

Antonio chuckled and put his jacket on.

"What's so funny?" Horstead shrugged, "What do you know?"

"It's normal." Antonio had a complicated smile on his face, "I've handcuffed him before."

"I mean the kind you put on yourself."

"He gets acquitted easily every time, and this time is nothing special."

"Waterfa."

This is still a new situation, Ethan asked in surprise: "Then what are you?"

"Business."

Antonio shook his head: "It's not a personal grudge."

A simple sentence confuses things.

"Nothing special?" Horstead was puzzled, and he said excitedly:

"That's it? You mean that things like laws and regulations don't work for Hank?"

Not understanding why he was so excited, Antonio shook his head:

"Just do your job well and don't ask so many questions."

Horstead clenched his fists and let out a heavy breath.

Sumner walked to the observation glass. She was now trying to find a breakthrough. Only by proving her ability could she successfully gain a foothold in the intelligence team.

The others left the observation room, and Ethan walked to her side:

"Thank you."

"How did you know it was me?" Sumner said softly.

"I invited most of the people I knew in Chicago."

Ethan looked at her profile, this Latin girl was quite attractive: "Only one person who was able to enter the Chase Room was not invited, it's not difficult to guess."

The corners of Sumner's lips curled up: "Then should I feel sad or honored."

"It's fine, whatever you want."

Ethan looked at the people sitting in the interrogation room and walked out of the observation room.

Not long after I sat down, I received a text message on my phone.

Ethan got up and walked downstairs.

In the technical room, Gene was scratching his head with a troubled look on his face.

"what happened?"

Ethan handed him a cigarette, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"call."

After lighting the cigarette, Gene scratched his hair vigorously again: "There is one thing that I think someone should know."

"I always thought something was going to go wrong."

"Tell me." Ethan bit his cigarette.

"Hosted." Gene thought for a while, but decided to say: "He asked me to help investigate a person."

"Lonny Rodiger."

"Have you ever heard of this man who was suspected of molesting and killing a child."

"I know." Ethan said seriously:
"The last time he went to Horstead's house, he said about it. The child who was killed was still the younger brother of his ex-girlfriend."

"That's right." Gene raised his hands and said:
"At his request, I investigated Lonny's credit card records."

"Records show that just yesterday, Lonnie purchased a two-person tent, gas lamps, and a damp mat at a home furnishing chain."

"camping?"

Ethan curled his lips: "This is so strange."

"Listen to me."

Gene shook his head: "There is also rope and tape."

"Given what happened before, do you still think it's normal?"

"What's Horstead's reaction?" Ethan's face became serious.

"anger."

Gene sighed: "He doubted that Lonnie would do anything to others, and he looked very angry."

"I'm worried that something's going to happen to him, so."

"I see." Ethan nodded: "This is indeed a problem, I will let Hank communicate with him."

"Here I am." Gene's face was a little stiff.

"Don't worry, I'll make it clear to Hank."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to worry.

No wonder Horstead looked so excited just now.

Dare to be affectionate is Hank's business, and he was touched in his heart. He must be thinking of Lonnie who escaped from legal sanctions.

If Horsted really wanted to take revenge, he would have no problem helping him.

But he made such a big fanfare that things were not easy to operate.

As soon as he walked out of the technical room, the phone rang again:

"where are you?"

"garage."

"I came down now and found four more bodies."

Hank hung up, and Ethan scratched his head.

Why does this thing keep coming.

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