My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 681
After thinking about Burgess' performance today, Ethan knocked on the table:
"Do you know where Burgess lives?"

I did send her home, but that time I only sent her downstairs to the apartment, and I didn't know her specific address.

"of course I know."

Pratt quickly leaned over and asked gossipingly, "Why, you want to take this opportunity to take Burgess down?"

She quickly wrote an address, smiled and handed the note to Ethan:

"Go, cowboy!"

With a black line on his forehead, Ethan took the note and said, "Please, you are her supervisor, don't you think her mood is not right these days?"

"So you wanted to enlighten her."

Pratt suddenly lost interest, she waved her hand: "Of course I know."

"This little girl wants to prove that even if she fails to enter the intelligence team, her abilities are not inferior to Atwater's."

"In the past few days, she has been working very hard."

"But I don't appreciate the sentiment, you know, it's easy to go wrong."

"I think so too." Ethan nodded, and put the note into his pocket: "This job requires momentum, but it can't be in the way of fighting for one's breath."

"Let's go, you get off work early."

He shrugged and walked quickly upstairs.

He stopped at the corner of the stairs, and Atwater was leading Charlie downstairs.

"He is." Ethan pointed to Charlie.

"Transfer to the custody warehouse, waiting for the case to be heard." Atwater explained.

"Hey." Ethan reached out his hand to Charlie, squinted his eyes and said, "Don't blame me for not warning you, there are some things."

"Don't worry." Even though he was handcuffed, Charlie looked very relaxed. He let out a sigh of relief: "I won't say anything."

Let go of the obsession, and the whole person looks different.

He smiled reluctantly and continued down while Ethan and Atwater fist-bumped and sideways upward.

Several people in the Datong room were packing their things and preparing to go home.

Through the blinds, I saw Erin in Hank's office, and the two were talking.

"Molly?"

Rusek put on his coat and asked Ethan.

I still want to see Burgess, so I won't run to Molly. She should be at home at this time, and she won't think of going to the bar to drink.

"No, you go."

Ethan shook his head, returned to his seat, and sorted out the files.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

Rusek, Horsted, and Orlinski said goodbye one after another. After a shootout, they needed alcohol to relieve their mental stress.

After they all left, Ethan got up and walked towards the sheriff's office.

Inside, a low-pitched argument could be heard faintly.

"Bump."

After knocking twice, he pushed open the door directly.

The two people inside cast their gazes over.

"I'm just confirming one thing."

Ethan looked at Irene and asked solemnly, "Are you sure Charlie will shut his mouth?"

"No kidding, I don't want to visit you in prison."

"Yes, I'm sure." Irene spread her hands seriously: "He has reconciled with himself. The former Charlie is back, and he will not do that kind of thing."

"That's good."

Ethan nodded to Hank again: "Go ahead, I'll go first."

Judging by her appearance, she should be trying to intercede with Charlie.

The current situation of the case can be big or small. Given Charlie's financial situation, there is a high probability that he will use the public defenders provided by the court. The level of those people is extremely worrying.

If Hank wants to punish Charlie, it's not a big problem to give him ten years.

But this has nothing to do with him, Ethan shook his hands and walked downstairs quickly.

Looking at the address on the note in his hand, he looked up again to confirm the room number.

The radar flashed off, and someone inside was at home. It seemed that I hadn't made my trip in vain.

"Dong dong dong."

He curled his fingers and knocked on the door a few times.

Soon, footsteps sounded.

Light and shadow flickered above the cat's eyes, and Ethan shook the red wine in his hand.

"Click."

The door opened quickly, revealing Burgess' surprised face: "Why are you here, how do you know that I live in this place?"

"Not welcome?"

Ethan sighed and made a gesture to leave: "It's a pity for my $99 bottle of red wine."

"of course not."

Burgess waved his hand quickly, and took two steps back: "Come in, I'm just surprised how you know I live here."

"I'm a detective."

Ethan walked into the room and said with a smile, "It's just a small problem."

"It's my first time to visit, little gift, I hope you don't dislike it."

"Thank you."

Burgess took the red wine and put it on the small coffee table: "Sorry, my apartment is a bit small, you can sit wherever you want."

While talking, she quickly picked up a few pieces of underwear on the small sofa, and shyly threw them aside.

This is not wrong. Entering the door is a small living room.

On the wall opposite the small sofa, there is a TV set, and a soap opera is playing in it.

The place where Burgess threw the clothes in was blocked by a floral curtain, and behind it was a bed. It felt like a one-bedroom, and she came out of the living room by herself.

"You are nice here, it feels very warm."

Ethan walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at it curiously. Although the apartment is small, it is well furnished.

The long cabinet under the TV is full of photos.

"Have the cases been dealt with?" Burgess saw him looking at his residence, combing his hair back with his fingers.

"There are still some hand tails, but it can be regarded as done."

Ethan focused on Burgess. She should have just taken a shower, and her hair was a little wet. Since she was at home, she was dressed more at home, with flip flops, yoga pants, and A red V-neck T-shirt.

Under the pale yellow light, his face looked very ruddy.

"Are you cooking something?"

Ethan sniffed a few times and pointed inside.

"Shet."

Burgess reacted immediately, and ran inside with his slippers on.

There was a bang and bang in the small kitchen behind the living room, and she called out, "I'm making a late-night snack, spaghetti, would you like some?"

"Okay~"

Ethan touched his stomach, but he was not polite.

In less than a minute, Burgess came out happily with two dinner plates: "I already made a lot, and you came here, just right."

Pasta piled high on a white china plate.

There are two meatballs the size of a child's fist pressed on it, and the bright red tomato sauce is poured on it, which looks extraordinarily appetizing.

"Ding."

Ethan flicked the red wine: "It seems that the wine I brought is right."

"immediately."

Burgess understood in seconds, she ran into the kitchen again, and soon came out with two wine glasses and a corkscrew.

She usually doesn't have any guests here. Except for the single sofa, there is not even a chair. Burgess directly sat cross-legged on the small rug under the coffee table.

Seeing this, Ethan also sat down.

The dark red wine was gurgling down, swirling in the wine glass.

"Boom."

The red wine glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

Burgess smiled sweetly, with red lips and white teeth.

　Thanks to Brother Color Bat for the reward and support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)