My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 645

Atwater also came in relying on his own ability. He and everyone are old acquaintances, and the relationship between them is also good.

People are also very good at coming, and I did myself a favor before.

Ethan would not be alienated just because he came in instead of Burgess, and greeted him warmly.

"Thank you."

Atwater and Ethan clenched fists quickly, eyes full of gratitude.

He knew very well that although everyone knew each other, life was life and work was work.

When you are new to a department, the acceptance of the people inside is very important. Sumner is a lesson from the past. Rusek's welcome is insignificant, and the words of the handsome detective in front of him are more important.

Sure enough, what happened next was not what he expected.

Following Ethan's words of welcome to the intelligence team, Irene, Orlinski, and Horstead all came over to welcome Atwater.

The atmosphere at the scene was enjoyable.

Let Sumner see it, it is estimated that the big teeth will be crushed.

What she couldn't do with all her efforts, others did in less than a minute.

Atwater picked up another cup of coffee and walked towards the sheriff's office. After receiving a lecture from Hank, he returned to his seat.

He took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

He sat down excitedly, his dark palms gently stroking the tabletop, the smooth touch made him feel refreshed.

"I said brother."

Rusek took a sip of coffee happily and said with a sigh: "Don't get used to the desk too much, we still have to run outside most of the time."

It is a routine operation for an old man to pretend to be in front of a newcomer.

This is also an American tradition.

The intelligence team is okay, they don't have the habit of bullying newcomers, at most they buy some coffee, clean up and so on.

As strong as Pippen, the strongest second-in-command, when he first entered the NBA, he was treated like a grandson.

The others smiled, and it was rare for Rusek to show his prestige, so he didn't disturb his interest.

"I know."

Atwater nodded quickly, and turned on the computer cheerfully: "I have to get used to it."

Ethan didn't care that the two of them were teasing, he bit his pen and fell into deep thought.

Atwater had just arrived, and he would definitely not refuse to ask him to do something, but that would seem too bullying and unethical.

In less than ten seconds, he made up his mind.

He picked up all the stocks and walked quickly to Irene.

"cough."

With a dry cough, he shook the bag with his fingers and made a rattling noise.

Looking at the pile of snacks inside, Irene's eyes lit up, and she quickly reached out her hand.

When he was about to touch the bag, his fingers retracted like lightning.

"What do you want."

Irene folded her hands on her chest and asked with some horror: "You must be thinking of something bad."

Although Ethan is generous, it's not like this.

This bastard sometimes has to grab a bag of potato chips from himself for a long time, so there must be nothing good.

"Damn it, you will make me very sad." Ethan sat on her table: "At first, I thought we were friends."

"Stop." Irene waved her hand away immediately:

"Go, go, you must be thinking about how to hurt me, I won't be fooled."

Ethan couldn't laugh or cry, he put the bag heavily on the table, and went straight to the point: "You help me get the report on the table, these things are all yours, how about this deal?"

"Are you sure?" Irene's eyes flashed, and she swallowed hard.

"It's fine if you don't want to."

Ethan got up immediately, and made a move to retreat: "I'm looking for Atwater."

"Stop!" Irene stretched out her hands in a snap, grabbed the plastic bag tightly, and said firmly, "I accept your deal."

These snacks cost more than a day's salary.

I am good at writing reports, and I can get it done in a few hours. Irene made a decision in an instant.

"Yes, you are not stupid."

Only then did Ethan let go of his fingers in satisfaction, and walked back briskly.

If he really offered Irene two hundred dollars, the other party would definitely refuse, and would feel it was humiliating.

Now it's a snack, so it's just a game.

Throwing a thick stack of documents onto Irene's desk, he returned to his seat.

Atwater is working hard to study the case files, trying to get started as soon as possible. Ethan nodded appreciatively. If he wants to learn from him, he must work hard.

He started moving the mouse, double-clicking on the steam platform.

Fell the lumberjack!
An hour later, the phone vibrated.

Ethan paused the game and picked up his phone. It was a call from Ofina.

The other party rarely contacted him during working hours. What happened? He frowned, walked towards the interrogation room, and quickly pressed answer:
"It's me, what's the matter?"

"I'm in trouble here, so I can't call the police." Fiona's voice was a little trembling: "It's not urgent, but can you come here?"

"No problem, where?"

"Home."

"I'll go right now."

Ethan hung up the phone, quickly returned to his seat and cut the screen of the game, and then walked to the sheriff's office with his coat.

"Dong dong."

He unscrewed the door and asked Hank, "Is there any important case today?"

"No." Hank spread his hands: "What do you want?"

"I'll go out for a while, and call if there is an urgent case." Ethan said casually, he skipped work openly, but there was no embarrassment on his face.

Hank didn't care, waved his hand, and continued to read the newspaper.

This is not an ordinary department. When you are free, as long as you have the courage to go out and find an informant, you can go home and sleep.

Closing the door, he hurried downstairs in his coat.

Drive into the Ford Interceptor and head back to Gallagher's house in no time.

"Hey."

Seeing the vehicle appear, Fiona walked down the steps quickly: "Two people broke in just now to find Frank, and asked me to contact him to return the 6000 yuan, otherwise the blame will be settled on my head."

"Are you OK."

Ethan grabbed Fiona and asked nervously.

Whether Frank is okay or not is none of my business, as long as Fiona is okay.

"I'm fine." Fiona held Ethan tightly with cold fingers:
"Those two people spoke very politely and didn't do anything to me, but I could tell that they were not punks, they were professionals."

"I know Frank won't have $6000 at all."

"I'm afraid they will find me. These people won't give up until they get the money."

"Don't worry." Ethan patted the back of Fiona's hand lightly:
"With me here, you will be fine."

"But we need to find Frank first, at least to find out what happened. Do you know where he is?"

"Yes, I made a round of phone calls just now."

Fiona quickly got into the car: "It's at the Elebe Bar, and I asked Kevin to keep an eye on him."

Ethan looked at his watch, it was 10:30 am.

Got drunk last night and ran to the bar early this morning, Frank the bastard drowned in the beer keg.

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