My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 64
In the noisy scene, Alex's gaffe was not conspicuous.

But Ethan observed it keenly, and he couldn't help but recall what Jenny had said to him that night.

"Proctor had a verbal agreement with the previous chief to be responsible for expropriating land and solving troubles. In exchange, the casino has a certain invisible stake for him."

"Dan and Alex secretly worked together to get Proctor out."

Putting all these things together, Ethan shook his head directly. The mayor of Kendall was being pecked at if he failed to play eagle. He wanted to clear Proctor out of the field, but he didn't expect Proctor to take the field directly. Look at you How to play.

Alex quickly came back to his senses, closed his mouth a few times, and finally said nothing, leading a group of people to leave the new casino construction site in a hurry.

Looking at Kendall lying on the ground, Ethan also felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

It's not without conflicts between myself and Proctor. I had a conflict with him because of Rebecca this morning.

At the very least, you have to improve the security level of your residence. You can't just show up outside your house if you just come.

Afterwards, the Banshee Town Police Department and the Chino Police Department also came to question Proctor, but unfortunately, accompanied by a lawyer, Proctor showed his innocence with a perfect alibi.

As for why the mayor of Kendall came to the Kino Tribe to build a new casino alone, it has also become an unspoken secret among the few people in the town.

The news of Dan Kendall's death, like that gust of wind, suddenly blew up and then quietly died down.

A few days later, the Banshee Town High School football stadium.

In the middle of the court, it has been arranged as a solemn occasion.

On one side of the wooden platform set up in front, there is a portrait of Dan Kendall, and on the other side, the unshaven Gordon Hopewell looked at Carly in the crowd with a complicated expression, and said slowly:
"It's hard to express our feelings at this moment in words. In an explosion a few days ago, we lost a young and promising mayor..."

Ethan was in uniform, sitting in the crowd with his colleagues from the Banshee Town Police Department.

As Gordon spoke, he looked ahead, not expecting Proctor to be at Kendall's tribute.

In the crowd below, everyone sat together densely.

Strangely, the circle of seats around Proctor was vacant.

However, there was no pressure on him at all. Proctor sat calmly, watching Gordon speak intently.

Hood, who was already injured next to him, bumped his arm, and Ethan looked in the direction Hood reminded him again.

On the other side, the chief of the Chino Tribe, Alex Runside, was not paying attention to Gordon at all, and he stared sullenly at Proctor, his eyes seem to be able to breathe fire.

Alex is having a very difficult time these days. The casino that raised a lot of money to build the tribe was blown up, and the partner he found was also killed.

Now the time for the resumption of construction of the casino is nowhere in sight, and he is exhausted in the face of questions from tribal committee members.

Carly crossed her arms and looked at Gordon standing on top of her. The oversized sunglasses covered her eyes completely, and outsiders couldn't tell what she was thinking at all.

After she looked at Gordon for a while, she turned her head again. Hood could feel Carly's eyes on her, and the two of them broke up instantly. Hood looked up at the blue sky and white clouds behind the wooden platform, not knowing what he was doing. what to think.

Gordon noticed Carly's movements, paused for a moment, and continued reading.

"How are they now?"

Siobhan on the side grabbed Ethan's arm and asked in his ear.

Ethan's ears were itchy from the warm tone, and he couldn't help rubbing his earlobes with his hands. Hood's hearing was amazing. Looking sideways, Siobhan immediately sat upright.

"Jenny, on behalf of myself, my office, and the townspeople of Banshee Town, I join you in mourning the passing of Dan Kendall."

After Gordon finished his speech, he sighed and walked off the podium with heavy steps.

The memorial service was over, and after the people in front had dispersed, Ethan and the people from the Banshee Town Police Department stepped forward together.

Jenny was struggling to cope with the condolences from everyone, and she looked extraordinarily lonely in a black dress.

"Mrs. Kendall, I am very sorry."

"Thank you."

Ethan and Jenny shook hands. In her eyes, there was not much sadness, but more tiredness and even a hint of relief.

The memorial service was over, and not long after returning to the police station, the group of them came to the Banshee Town court with solemn expressions.

After receiving the notice, the special agents sent by the FBI headquarters have arrived in Banshee Town and will conduct inquiries about the previous series of events.

Inside the court, people stand scattered
Gordon and Carly also came to the scene. Feeling the weird atmosphere between them and Hood, everyone was silent.

Not long after, the wooden door was pushed open.

An FBI agent with gray hair and a thin face walked in hurriedly with a stack of documents, and Dean Xavier followed behind him.

The thin-faced FBI agent flipped through the documents in his hand, shouted the name on it, and at the same time walked up to the corresponding person and looked at it for a second or two.

In his slightly cloudy eyes, a ray of light flashed from time to time, and as he approached, a thick puff of smoke forced him over. This is an old smoking gun that has been in his hand for decades.

He continued to flip through the file when his hands stopped suddenly.

"Lucas Hood"

Hood turned around and nodded. After staring at the photo on the document for two seconds, he glanced up at Hood and continued to scroll down.

"Carrie Hopewell"

Hearing her name being mentioned, Carly took a step forward, and the agent looked at Carly with a meaningful smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Special Agent Jim Racine, and you've seen the man standing behind me"

Racine took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then turned around, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Dean Xavier"

Dean Xavier folded his hands in front of him, showing a hint of embarrassment, leaned over and whispered.

"Yes, Agent Xavier, you all know each other. Let me talk about the next process. This is a closed hearing. You all need to take an oath and provide testimony."

Racine shrugged indifferently, and flicked off the ash. "After all, everyone knows that what you swear by holding down the Bible is true and credible."

Seeing that everyone else was expressionless, he smiled and continued:
"You all have the right to have a lawyer present, and I also warn you that anyone who does so will immediately receive my clear and persistent suspicion."

Racine looked around, but no one spoke.

"I know your mayor had an unfortunate explosion recently, so I called the District Attorney in today to be a witness in the hearing."

"As to his relationship with the client in this case, Carly Hopewell."

Racine threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out on the wooden floor, and took out another cigarette. "Since this is a small town and everyone knows each other, I don't have to worry about it."

"If there's no problem, let's start our little party."

　Thanks to book friends LMIII, hearken, and shopkeeper Gao for their rewards.

　　At the same time, I would also like to thank the book friends who have been silently voting for the carp. They have all seen it. Thank you very much for your encouragement.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)