My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 561
As soon as they heard the Amber Alert, everyone jumped into action.

This is an emergency alert system specifically for child abduction cases, as long as it is mentioned, it means that there has been a case of missing or abducted children.

In their minds, this thing is second only to the severity of being shot by a police officer.

With nothing on hand, Hank naturally took over the case.

Everyone went downstairs one after another. The Amber Alert made the entire police station busy, and the reception hall was even more crowded.

"Boom."

The hurried figure crashed into Ethan's arms.

"Be careful."

Ethan quickly hugged that person and patted her on the shoulder.

"Sorry." Burgess scratched his hair nervously, walked around twice, and then quickly ran to the side.

"Morning~"

Ethan greeted Atwater behind him, turned around and walked out of the police station.

"Yo, good morning."

Atwater looked up at him, then looked suspiciously at his partner not far away who looked flustered.

Pratt stood behind the reception desk, watching the scene from beginning to end under her nose. She thought for a moment, took off her glasses, and walked quickly behind Burgess.

"Hey."

Burgess took the radio off the wall and just turned around when she saw Pratt, startling her.

"Tell me." Pratt said blankly, "What happened between you and our cowboy detective?"

"Ethan?" Burgess smiled hurriedly and waved his hands: "Nothing happened. He's a police detective and I'm a police officer. I don't know what you're talking about."

"I've been a police officer for many years." Pratt folded his arms and stared at her. "Do you know what I'm good at?"

"Body language, micro-expressions."

"Your body language tells me you're being facked, right?"

"Sheriff."

Burgess' eyes widened: "What are you talking about, this is impossible?"

"How old are you?"

Pratt interrupted her: "How old are you?"

"26." Burgess put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

"Shet!"

Pratt took two steps forward, approaching Burgess: "Let me put it this way with you."

"What are you going to do?"

Burgess backed away nervously, looking terrified.

"Why don't you have fun while you're young?" Pratt raised an eyebrow at Burgess: "When I was your age, I had already left traces in many places in the police station."

"Don't think too much about it, we never know what will happen tomorrow."

"God, didn't you notice Detective Morgan's ass?"

"If I were ten years younger, he would definitely not be able to escape my grasp."

Seeing Burgess' ignorant expression, Pratt grabbed the air vigorously with both hands: "Life is short, happiness is the most important thing."

"correct."

"If these words reach the ears of the second person, you will spend your whole life directing traffic."

Pratt raised his fist for one last threat before turning away, leaving Burgess standing still, his thoughts wandering.

Arriving at the crime scene, Ethan looked at the nearby streets in surprise.

It's really a coincidence that it's only two streets away from Fiona's house.

In front of a house, many people were standing, and several patrol cars were scattered all over the place, blocking most of the road.

Seeing this, he also directly stopped the Ford Interceptor in the middle of the road, closed the door and got out of the car.

"Oh oh oh."

"It's such a free country. Didn't anyone come to issue traffic tickets today?"

A high-pitched yell sounded from the side: "Is there no one to stop the cop directly on the road?"

"Since when did this place become a party scene for the cops?"

"Stay away from the residents here, they are good people."

"Shut up, Frank." There was a burst of yelling: "A child is missing here, why don't you shut your mouth."

Ethan turned his head and found that it was Frank who was yelling just now.

And the one who scolded him was the patrolman who pointed a gun at him last time, and his neighbor Tony who lived on the same street as Fiona.

Now is not the time to say hello, the intelligence team walked to the house.

The front yard of the house was covered with various birthday ribbons and balloons, but there was no trace of a festive atmosphere at the scene.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, which seemed extremely noisy.

"Who is the parent?"

Ethan and Hank walked to the front yard and asked the patrolman next to them.

"Hey."

Tony squeezed over from the side and raised his hand to say hello.

"Hi, Tony, right?"

Ethan shook hands with him, then pointed to the side: "This is Sheriff Boydt."

"Hello, Detective Morgan."

Tony let go, and nodded to Hank again: "The child's parents are inside, come with me."

"Stay here and ask if you see anything suspicious." Hank turned his head and explained to the people behind him, and then walked into the house with Ethan and Tony.

The members of the intelligence team took out their notebooks one after another, and asked the surrounding crowd for any useful information.

Since it was a child's birthday party, there were many people in the house.

Follow Tony to the living room, where the man with glasses on the sofa is comforting the crying woman next to him.

Tony pointed to the two people, then walked aside.

"Hello."

Ethan flashed his police badge: "I'm Detective Morgan, may I ask if your child is missing, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

The white man adjusted his glasses, his voice trembling.

"I need you to try to calm down right now."

Ethan took out the notebook: "This is very important to us, can you do it?"

"can."

The white man nodded hastily, the panic in his eyes still couldn't be concealed.

Looking at the chaotic crowd around him, Ethan impatiently raised his hand holding the pen: "Hey, everyone."

"A quiet environment is needed here, let me all out."

"Please."

"We just want to help."

"why did you do this."

There were murmurs of dissatisfaction, but most of the people obediently walked upstairs or outside.

The rest of the people, also persuaded by Tony and other patrolmen, left the living room one after another.

"okay."

Ethan sat down on the coffee table: "What are your names?"

"Gary Caston."

Gary adjusted his glasses and pointed to the woman next to him: "This is my wife, Beth Caston."

"Mr. Caston."

Ethan quickly wrote the relevant information in the notebook: "Who is missing?"

"my son."

Gary shook his wife's hand and said excitedly: "Kathy Caston, he is only two years old, today is the birthday party for him."

This can be seen, after all, there are so many ribbons and balloons hanging outside.

"Okay, when was the last time you saw him?" Ethan continued to ask.

"An hour ago." Gary said quickly:
"It was in the front yard. He was playing outside by himself. When we went out again, he disappeared."

"Physical characteristics?"

This is the Southern District, their courage is really great.

Ethan remained calm and continued to wave the pen in his hand: "Any information that can help us find someone is fine."

"blond."

Mrs Caston wiped her tears and said, "Wearing a Superman costume with a red cape."

This is indeed useful news, and a child in a Superman costume will be very conspicuous.

"Thank you."

Ethan tapped the notebook: "Do you have any enemies?"

"Anyone who has had a quarrel with you, or who has a conflict of interest."

(End of this chapter)