My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 803 Advise him to forgive
Ethan's eyes twitched, not knowing what to say.

Wife cheated, but still with friends.

A knife is more ruthless than a knife.

Olinsky's wife has seen it himself, she is a middle-aged woman, she still has a bit of charm, and her temper is relatively mild.

I didn't expect to do things so ruthlessly.

"I have been sleeping in the garage before, just to be with their mother and daughter." Orinski looked at the white ceiling and said in a muffled voice: "Give her a little space, and try to restore her relationship."

"Now it looks like everything was in vain."

"Hey."

Ethan put his shoulders on his shoulders and squeezed hard: "Maybe she was just confused for a while, and everything will be fine."

"The call just now was from her, right?"

"If you want, you might as well communicate with her, maybe it's a misunderstanding."

When something like this happens, you can only persuade him like this.

In the United States, if a middle-aged man encounters this kind of thing, it can only be said to be a tragedy. Not only is it an emotional betrayal, but if he divorces, he will also suffer a major blow to his property.

Orlinsky's wife is a housewife.

In itself, there is no income. As long as she remarries, a single alimony can make Orlinski's life difficult.

Although I couldn't bear it, I could only persuade him to forgive.

No people, no money.

"Needless to say."

Olinsky shook his head slowly: "I can't forgive this kind of thing."

"Then do you need a few days off?" Ethan patted him on the shoulder and asked helplessly, "Do you want to give you a few days off?"

Hearing this, Olinsky bit off the twist candy:
"What I need now is a job."

"Squeak."

The sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation.

It's not easy for outsiders to know about this kind of thing, Ethan quickly stood up and looked at Irene who came out of the ward.

"good news."

Irene's expression was a little more relaxed than before: "It doesn't look very optimistic, but under the doctor's examination, it was found that there were some skin traumas, and there is no serious problem with movement. Just rest for a few days."

Rest, it is impossible to rest.

Like Orlinski, Hank also needs work now to find out those who dare to attack him.

"You guys go back first." Hank also limped out after Irene: "Let the intelligence team handle this matter, there is no need to let others know."

He looked at Ethan, gritted his teeth and said:

"Let the others search for other clues first. As for Josie, you and Orinsky will accompany me to that bar at night."

"This clue, I will follow up myself."

If he guessed correctly, this Josie was an information broker, relying on her acquaintance with some people, she sold some of the information she inquired about.

Let others do it, and she will gain certain benefits afterwards.

Only this time, Hank wanted to let her know that she had provoked the wrong person, and that some people had ideas that she shouldn't even think about.

Ethan nodded, and left the hospital with Irene and Orinski.

Hank still needs to rest here for a while. Although there is no serious injury, he was indeed beaten badly, and he needs to rest for a long time no matter what.

Back at the police station, everyone else is busy.

As soon as he walked into the Chase Room, Antonio greeted him: "Just now we continued to trace Marx's information and found that he had used five aliases. This is a habitual criminal with multiple criminal records."

Taking the document in his hand, Ethan opened it:

"What about the other person?"

"I can't find any clues in the database." Antonio looked at the three of them and spread his hands, "It doesn't mean he hasn't committed a crime before, it's just that he was careful and didn't leave a criminal record."

"That's right." He clicked on one of the names on the information:
"Two days ago, Marx used this identity to rent a van in the South District. Just now, he found traces of this van in the surveillance video near Hanke's home."

Rusek stood up, scratched his nose and said:

"There is no feedback from the positioning instrument on the car, but I have uploaded the license plate number to the early warning system, and I hope to find relevant information as soon as possible."

"At the kidnapping scene, no other clues were found."

Ethan remembered something, closed the folder in his hand, and looked at Nadia: "The previous method, is there a chance to use it again?"

If you can directly locate the mobile phone, it will save a lot of trouble.

Just arrest people directly, so there is no need to go around in circles here.

"I've tried it." Nadia stood up and shook her head and said, "The signal has been lost. It may be that Max noticed something was wrong and destroyed the phone card."

Then there is no other way but to investigate slowly.

Anyway, now that Hank has been found, things don't need to be so urgent, and the loss is nothing more than some money.

What is in the safe should not be his entire net worth.

Losing hundreds of thousands is not a big problem for him.

"Did you ask Oliver?"

Antonio caught the folder that Ethan handed back, and asked repeatedly: "This matter must have something to do with her. Has she provided some valuable clues?"

"some."

Ethan didn't hide this matter: "There is a high probability that it has nothing to do with her, but Oliver did mention someone's name."

"But that clue is in charge of me, Orlinski, and Hank."

"Several of you, go all out to track down that van."

"receive."

A few answers sounded, and Irene quickly returned to her seat.

After finding Hank, she finally returned to her usual state, drank a sip of coffee, and immersed herself in watching the surveillance video.

The whole person was full of energy, and the keyboard was clacking.

Dare to do something to her father, she can't wait to find him out immediately, give those two guys the same means, let them know what it's like to be punished.

Orlinsky sat back in his office chair, put his head in his hands, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

This kind of thing can only depend on oneself.

Seeing his frown, Ethan sighed softly and walked into the office.

The next thing is to grind your kung fu with water.

After taking a sip of the cold coffee, he remembered something and took out his phone to call.

Whenever he thinks of something, he can't wait to do it. Originally, he wanted to contact the agent of that small building in the morning, but something like this happened suddenly, and he almost forgot.

The call was connected quickly, and Ethan explained why he came.

Knowing that he wanted to know about the house, the real estate agent was a little surprised, but he still introduced it in detail.

Before he could say a few words, he was interrupted by Ethan.

Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, you still have to go and have a look, this is more reliable.

After he expressed his thoughts, the real estate agent on the other side of the phone said that he was free at any time, mainly depending on his schedule.

Ethan thought about it, and set the meeting time in half an hour.

There's nothing wrong with staying here now, so I might as well go out and have a look, and get rid of my lunch by the way.

(End of this chapter)