My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 577
"How about it?"

Back at the police station, Hank immediately asked everyone.

"Some clues have been found." Antonio walked to the whiteboard with something.

The top has been almost filled with photos, and there is not much room left.

He simply tore off all the photos of those who were killed and put them on the table beside him.

"Dominique's inmates have been visited a total of nine times."

Antonio posted the two photos in his hand: "He made four phone calls, all of them to this person."

He tapped one of the photos: "Rolo Mirales."

In the photo is a Colombian with a cropped cut and a tattoo around his neck.

"The situation of Mirales has been investigated clearly. He is the leader of a Colombian gang, and his whereabouts are very difficult to trace."

"Carrying multiple violent crimes, murder charges."

He moved his hand to another photo, and said in a deep voice, "This is Muñoz, the deputy in this gang."

"Hey guys."

Ruzek ran up the stairs with a sketch and interrupted Antonio: "I've finished the puzzle here."

"It can be sent to the whole city to arrest him."

"let me see."

Hank reached out, asking for a sketch.

Unexpectedly, Ruzek held the paper and did not move.

"give me."

Hank frowned and waved at him.

"No need." Rusek crumpled up the sketch paper in his hand and threw it directly into the trash can.

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, he walked up to the whiteboard.

"Bang bang."

Rusek excitedly tapped the photo on the whiteboard twice: "This person is the arsonist who pretended to be a homeless man."

"Can you be sure?"

Ethan also walked over, looking at that Muñoz.

There is also a circle of tattoos on the neck, and a circle of short black beard from the temples to the chin, which looks very capable.

"One hundred percent."

Rusek nodded, indicating that he remembered correctly.

That being the case, there is no doubt that the gang headed by Ramirez is definitely the one who gave the 800 million US dollars to the gangsters.

"Distribute their pictures to various departments throughout the city."

Hank immediately tapped on the table and said, "The train station, bus station, and airport all need to have their wanted information."

"All your informants will also be notified."

While the others were busy, Ethan stood motionless in front of the whiteboard.

There is a problem that he still can't figure out.

How did this group of Colombians get to know the situation of Novak and those people.

They can't keep an eye on outside the bank around the clock. These people are violent and can't do such delicate work.

The Colombians must have learned about the whereabouts of Novak's people through some means.

Then they have to be very precise about the timing of their robbery, so that they can act quickly, and go to get Novak in the next morning.

"What are you thinking?"

Hank walked up to him and asked.

"Is there a possibility." Ethan took down a lonely photo from a corner of the whiteboard, and flicked it with his fingers:
"Is there a second ghost in this matter?"

The sound was not loud, and only Irene, who was sitting closest, heard it. She stood up quickly and walked over quickly.

"No way."

She looked at the person in the photo and said in surprise, "Gonzalez, didn't you mean he didn't have any motivation to do this?"

The photo Ethan held in his hand was the security guard who was hiding in the office when the robbery happened.

The appearance was honest, and at the time it also revealed real emotions.

"Snapped."

Ethan slammed the photo onto the whiteboard: "We overlooked something, and this is a good actor."

This sudden movement attracted the attention of others.

"We think he has no motive, but it doesn't mean he has no motive." Ethan looked at the photo of the security guard and said:
"He's also Colombian."

Looking at Hank, Ethan continued, "It's only been two weeks since he joined the job. We have every reason to suspect that Mirales arranged for him to follow up on the robbery at any time."

"And he was so sad at the time that we overlooked a small detail."

"He has only been in the job for two weeks. Is it necessary to have such a rich emotion?"

After listening to his analysis, everyone frowned.

The two people who survived at that time were both insiders, and they were from different teams. This is playing Mission Impossible!

Irene walked quickly back to the table and picked up the file:
"I asked about his home address. After the shooting yesterday, Gonzalez must be resting at home."

"I found it, here it is."

"Arrange the police to go over and watch first." Hank explained to Irene, and then waved to Ethan: "Let's go, let's go, we must make sure no matter what."

Before the two could sit down, they hurried out again.

Seeing their backs leaving in a hurry, Irene picked up the phone to contact the police, and the others also started to get busy with their own affairs.

Handling a case pays attention to a multi-pronged approach, and if conditions permit, it cannot be blocked on one road.

Soon, they came to the address mentioned by Irene. A patrol car had already parked beside the street here.

"Boom."

Ethan closed the car door and walked over quickly.

"Sheriff, detective."

Atwater and Burgess got out of the car, the former nodded to Hank and pointed to a nearby house:
"After we came here, there was nothing unusual."

"No one came in or out."

"Okay." Ethan pressed the handle of the gun, and quickly walked across the front yard and onto the porch.

The people behind followed one after another, and Burgess subconsciously stood sideways on the steps, looking on guard.

Judging by her appearance, she has written down what she said when she tracked the phone last time.

Smiling at her, Ethan waved and knocked on the door.

There are five points of light inside, and the sound of cartoons comes from the windows.

One of the light spots quickly moved towards the door, and Ethan tightened his grip on the gun.

"Click."

The door opened, and a curly-haired little boy stared at them with big eyes: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hi."

Seeing the two children sitting in the living room, Ethan released his hand from the handle of the gun: "Hello, we are the Chicago police."

"Is your father at home?"

"We want to talk to him about what happened yesterday."

"Daddy, someone is looking for you."

The little curly-haired boy yelled upstairs, then quickly ran back to the sofa.

They stood outside the door, waiting quietly.

Soon, footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Gonzalez came downstairs.

When he noticed someone coming, his footsteps stopped for a moment, and then he walked quickly to the front door: "Hello, what can I do?"

"I have sent the surveillance video to the email number you provided."

"Yes, we have received it."

Ethan looked at the Colombian with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and smiled: "But you still missed something."

"For example, how did you contact Mirales."

"Or, where is he, can I trouble you to tell us?"

When he heard the name Mirales, Gonzalez's eyes flashed with panic, and he asked suspiciously, "Excuse me, who are you talking about?"

"Da da da da~"

Ethan interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I'm tired of hearing these words, let's have something new."

"I know you're a good actor."

"But if we are not sure, we won't come to the door. Give me a little respect, okay?"

(End of this chapter)