My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan took the note, which only had a simple address on it.

Located in Beicheng District, there is no other information.

"Is there a big star in Chicago?"

Ethan threw the note on the table, shrugged and said, "This is not Los Angeles."

"Don't underestimate Chicago."

Hanke smiled and shook his head: "Of course, it's definitely not as good as Los Angeles."

"This celebrity is here for a concert and has received death threats. We need to go and have a look."

"You didn't tell me sooner."

Ethan took out his mobile phone: "Antonio just left, I'm calling them back now."

"No need." Hank quickly waved his hand: "This matter does not go through the normal process, just you and I will go and have a look."

"What do you mean?" Putting down the phone, Ethan frowned and said:

"Did the other party not report the crime?"

"Being able to contact us is equivalent to reporting the crime."

Hank stood up and said helplessly:
"It's just that you also know that public figures are very taboo about this kind of thing. The other party has a good relationship with the high-level officials in our bureau. I hope it can be resolved in a low-key manner."

"The people above found me, and I owe another favor, and I can't shirk it."

"That's fine."

Ethan shook his head and said, "Then what capacity should we go there?"

"Of course it's the Chicago police." Hank put on his coat: "It's just that the matter needs to be kept low-key, and not too many people know about it."

"Now?"

Ethan looked at him, as if he was going to be dispatched now.

"Let's go." Hank pulled Ethan up: "Right now."

To be honest, he didn't want to accept such an inexplicable case, no, it couldn't even be called a case, and the other party didn't even report it.

Now it feels a bit like a private detective, purely doing private work.

Still wrong, worse than private work.

Those at their level, working as private investigators, earn much more than their current wages.

This is to help others with private work with a little salary.

If it wasn't for Hank, Ethan would turn his head and leave. Wouldn't it be nice to go home and rest when he has that time?

"do not do that."

Hank could see that he was reluctant, put his hands on his shoulders and pushed out: "It's settled, I'll buy you a drink."

"Okay, I get it."

When Ethan walked out of the sheriff's office and walked to the whiteboard, he glanced at Muñoz, shook his head and went downstairs.

Follow Hank's vehicle, drive out of the city and drive north until you reach Evanston.

This is a satellite city in the northern suburbs of Chicago, a typical wealthy area.

The main campus of the famous Northwestern University is located in Evanston. Compared with the southern district, the security situation here is one heaven and one underground.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening, and single young women were seen running on the side of the road from time to time.

In many places in the Southern District, doing this is purely asking for trouble for yourself.

After a few minutes, the vehicle finally stopped.

Ethan lit a cigarette and watched Hank press the intercom next to the gate, and the iron gate slowly opened after a while.

While the vehicle drove in, he observed the surrounding environment.

The fence is two and a half meters high, and there are no protective facilities on it. Normal adults can easily climb over it.

Only the front door has a camera, and other security facilities are almost zero.

For a big star who has been threatened with death, this is too childish.

Go around a fountain pool and stop by the front door.

This big villa was much more luxurious than his own, and there were bursts of cheers inside, as if a party was going on.

Ethan got out of the car and walked to the side of the Cadillac:
"Who are we looking for?"

It had to be said that he was also curious as to what kind of big star he was.

"Contact the agent first."

Hank had just picked up the phone when the wide front door opened and a white woman in a professional dress stepped out.

The pace is crisp, with the demeanor of a strong woman.

"good evening."

The white woman with long black hair walked down the steps quickly: "I'm Taylor's manager, Chloe."

She looked at the two people standing next to the vehicle, and held out her hand to Hank:

"You're Sheriff Boyett, aren't you?"

Hank shook hands with her, and replied in a deep voice, "That's right."

"Hello?"

Chloe turned her head to look at Ethan, her eyes lit up, even though she had been in the entertainment industry for many years, such a handsome person is not common.

She nodded and held out her hand as well.

"Detective Morgan."

Ethan took her hand, expressionless.

Calling people over at night, there is no one to greet them, it is really hard to generate any good feelings.

"Follow me."

Chloe turned around and walked into the house, and said in a hurry: "Taylor is busy, let me tell you something about it first."

"Taylor?"

Ethan spread his hands towards Hank with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't ask me, the last showbiz star I knew was Marlon Brando."

Hank smiled and followed the agent up the steps.

When he came to the house, Ethan was startled, there were at least two NO.30 people in the house.

In the spacious living room, a shooting scene was set up.

Under the spotlight is a woman with short blond hair, wearing a shiny yellow short skirt with confidence and arrogance in her eyes

She is extremely tall, with a pair of sky-defying long legs.

Surrounded by the backup dancers, she is completing the dance moves with concentration.

There were quite a few staff members scattered beside them, as well as three or four guys in black suits, who seemed to be bodyguards, but there was no nervous look on their faces.

Chewing gum in his mouth, his eyes were on the swaying backup dancer.

This work is indeed easy.

Employers have received death threats, and they are still so leisurely.

The size is quite big, and it is estimated that they are all appearances.

Ethan was also curious, and quietly took a photo of the blonde woman with his mobile phone.

After thinking about it, he sent it to Burgess: "Who is this?"

"???"

"?"

"you do not know?"

"Is it strange?"

"Yeah, you're a weirdo who likes to listen to the Beatles."

"You are the weird one."

"This is Taylor!!! Just search the Internet and you will know, but where did you get this picture from?"

"It has nothing to do with you, go to bed early."

"."

Walking up to the second floor and coming to a conference room, Ethan casually sent a text message, ending the conversation with Burgess.

"What would you like to drink?"

Chloe walked to the side and asked politely.

"No need." Hank sat down on the chair and asked simply, "What happened?"

Ethan sat next to him with his mobile phone.

His fingers fluttered, and he quietly searched for the blond woman who was dancing below just now.

Yo, what an all-American, singer.

For a concert that can sell millions of dollars in tickets, the news Hank received is indeed correct, this is a big star.

"Look at these threatening letters."

Chloe poured herself a glass of wine, and put the two letters in her hand on the table. (end of this chapter)