My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 814 Star Player (Two in One)

"This little girl is called Maya."

Chief Fisher said unhurriedly: "As a witness, she was supposed to testify in a store robbery case this week."

"The gunman fired two shots."

There was a tinge of anger in his tone: "Two shots hit the head, and then left directly."

"Maya, you're only ten years old!"

"It's just a shop robbery." Ethan took a few steps back and lit a cigarette: "Do you want to be so ruthless?"

There must be something hidden in this.

Even if it was a whistleblower, it would not be so extreme under normal circumstances.

After all, it's just a kid.

"Turn down all the work in your hands." Director Fisher patted Ethan on the shoulder, and said firmly, "This case will be handed over to the intelligence team."

"fix it!"

The new director put his hands in his pockets, turned and left.

Doing things is quite vigorous.

One is a crime involving children, and the other is that witnesses were killed, which is a provocation to the police.

It is not an exaggeration to classify this case as the highest level.

"Boss."

Others had already arrived at the scene, and they surrounded them one after another.

After greeting him, Horsted spread his hands: "The people from the forensics department found two 9mm bullet casings nearby, and they have been sent for ballistic testing and analysis."

"Are there any witnesses at the scene?" Ethan nodded and looked at Antonio:

"There are also cameras, and people who see suspicious characters."

"No camera."

Antonio put his hands on his hips, gritted his teeth and looked around: "There will not be any witnesses. This is a warning. By shooting to warn the people around, what will happen to the informer."

"At this time, no one will come forward with any leads."

"Yes."

Orlinski bit the twist candy again: "This is the most troublesome part. These two bullets are enough to shut everyone up."

"why?"

Ethan frowned, and waved his finger to the ground next to him: "It's a little girl who died, wouldn't these people be a little touched?"

Everyone shook their heads and didn't speak.

Very helpless, but this is a rule of the local bottom-level residents.

This rule is even scarier than the police.

As long as you inform, you will face this kind of fate. If someone dares to stand up, they will also encounter this kind of thing. Facing the threat of gunpoint, no one will not be afraid.

The cold corpse was placed in front of these people.

Even Olinsky was extremely reluctant at the time for his daughter to testify in court.

Later, it was Hank who found the boss behind the gang, and then he solved the risk of being shot by his daughter for his daughter.

"Please have the courage to stand up."

Rusek's voice sounded in the distance, and he was handing out business cards: "For the community, and for your safety."

"Please rest assured that the information you provide will be kept strictly confidential."

The onlookers dispersed one after another.

There were very few people who took the business cards, and under the warning of their companions, those people threw away the small cards one after another like a hot potato.

Looking at the business card flying to the ground, Rusek sighed.

This kind of thing has been expected.

He had no choice but to go forward to pick it up and continue to distribute it, but at this time, everyone was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

On the other side, Atwater crossed his arms.

He looked at the night sky with red eyes, and his chest slowly rose and fell. He has experienced this kind of thing many times since he was a child.

Whether it's the shooter or the person behind it.

Those bastards can always escape, and in the eyes of the police, this is nothing more than Nige killing Nige, and the case will always be closed hastily.

This is why he wants to be a police officer. He hopes to do something for the nearby community and for these low-level residents. The shooting of witnesses was bad enough before, and now he is still a little girl.

Thinking of this, Atwater gritted his teeth tightly.

"I buy it!"

Screams sounded, and a black woman with an afro threw away what she was holding, rushed over quickly through the crowd, and shouted in a crying voice: "Maya, don't!"

She was wearing cheap clothes.

The cloth bag thrown on the ground made a muffled sound, and white milk spread out from it.

Bread, ham.

There are also a few apples rolling out of it.

Just a glance, you know it is relief food.

"Ma'am, you can't go over there."

Atwater flew forward and hugged her, shouting repeatedly: "We still need to collect evidence, you can't go there."

"let me go."

The small body of the woman with an afro bursts out with powerful power.

She carried Atwater's body and moved forward desperately, wailing: "Let me go, let me see my baby."

Atwater struggled to keep her under control.

"Please, officer."

The woman with the afro raised her head and looked at Atwater with tears streaming down her face. She begged with a trembling voice: "Let me go. The ground is so cold. She is lying there alone. She is too lonely."

"Maya doesn't like being alone, she's afraid of being alone."

This crying of blood made everyone on the scene silent.

The onlookers couldn't bear to see this scene, they turned and left one after another, leaving behind a sigh.

Tears flowed from Atwater's eyes.

He hugged the woman tightly and looked at Ethan.

Ethan bit his cigarette and shook his head slowly. At this time, let the mother go to see her daughter like that. I'm afraid there will be another corpse at night. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed.

"I promise you that."

Atwater hugged Maya's mother, gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely catch the murderer."

"Let's go back."

Ethan looked at the small body on the ground covered by a yellow plastic sheet. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt: "I'm working overtime tonight. I need to find out all the information involved in the previous store robbery."

The few people around nodded silently and dispersed.

The Datong room is brightly lit.

Except for Nadia, everyone is here, and everyone else is wearing casual clothes. Ethan and Irene look a little out of place in their bright clothes.

Usually, you will be ridiculed.

But now, everyone is not in that mood.

Ethan took off his coat, hung it on the pole hanger, rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the office.

The facts of the shop robbery case are very clear.

The relevant information was quickly retrieved, and half an hour later, Antonio posted two photos on the whiteboard. One was a photo of Maya's murder scene, and the other was of a young black man.

It looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

The bright smile on this young man's face was in sharp contrast to Maya's tragic death.

He was wearing a basketball uniform, holding a basketball with both hands, like a promotional photo.

"Grant."

Antonio wrote the person's name and said, "A senior at Anderson High School and a star player on the basketball team."

"Yes."

Horsted held his chin and nodded: "I have watched this kid's game. His level is very good, comparable to the professional level of the NBA. The prospect of the draft is very good, and he is expected to get one round."

"Grant caused great controversy a few months ago." Antonio continued:
"This kid, he was arrested for robbing a store."

"As there were no witnesses, the charges were difficult to follow and Grant was released on bail."

"However, there have been new developments in the case."

He gritted his teeth and pointed to the photo of the little girl next to him: "With the efforts of colleagues in other departments, Maya bravely stood up and was willing to testify in court about the fact that Grant robbed the store."

"That's because of her." Irene crossed her chest and looked at Ethan, her voice dull:

"If the case goes to court, Grant will not only face five years in prison, but also say goodbye to his NBA career and say goodbye to his status as a future millionaire."

Not only is it a millionaire, as long as it is typed out, it is not impossible to have tens of millions or hundreds of millions.

Now the NBA's salary is like water injection.

Big contracts emerge in endlessly.

It sounds like this man named Grant has an absolute motive for committing the crime.

On the one hand, he is making waves in the NBA and enjoying the money, beauty and spotlight. On the other hand, he is a little boy selling chrysanthemums in prison.

It is not surprising that Grant made this choice.

There are some old black men, and Ethan simply cannot understand their thinking.

The future is bright, as long as you follow the steps, money, women, luxury cars, fame, all of these will be at your fingertips.

He just likes to have a hot head and make trouble for himself.

I don't know if it's because I exercise too much, my brain is full of muscles, and I can't think like a normal person.

"Everyone."

Rusek put down the receiver and stood up: "I just contacted the coach of the Anderson High School basketball team. It was confirmed that Grant was playing a game in Evanston when the incident occurred."

"All in all, a lot of people have confirmed that he has no time to commit crimes."

The people at the scene heard it, and no one was surprised.

If you dare to do something to the witness, you must find a way to separate the relationship. No matter how brainless you are, these things can still be thought of.

"This time must be intentional."

Irene gritted her teeth and said, "The perfect alibi just proves that this bastard did what he did."

"okay."

Ethan took the pen in Antonio's hand, drew a red circle on Grant's name, and nodded vigorously: "There is no doubt that he is listed as the first suspect. It is definitely a murder."

"The direction of investigation is the people around Grant."

"Friends, relatives, coaches, possible invisible agents, anyone who can be linked to his interests, we need to investigate."

"Boss."

Atwater had been working in front of the computer just now, he stood up and interrupted Ethan: "I found something here."

The printer next to it was buzzing.

He walked over quickly, took out several documents and a photo, and quickly pasted the photo on the whiteboard:

"Just now I called a few old friends. Grant is a celebrity in a few blocks nearby. Everyone knows some things, so I quickly learned something."

After taking the information in Atwater's hand, Ethan frowned and read it.

The photo I just posted is of a ferocious black man, who looks to be in his 40s, with a mournful brow.

"Devon Tucker."

Atwater wrote his name on the whiteboard, turned around and said to everyone, "He is the OG of the Evil Lords Gang. His main business is arms smuggling. This guy is Grant's uncle."

OG can be understood as a very old gang member.

It is unusual for people in a gang to mix seniority with seniority. Not just any older person can be called OG by others.

Experience, prestige, and authority are all indispensable.

"According to the information I heard, Tucker dotes on Grant very much."

Atwater paused, and said in a hurried tone:
"Since Grant showed his talent, Tucker has spared no effort to train him, and protect Grant through his relationship, keeping him away from people on the road."

Imprisoned in Chicago Central Jail for illegal possession of federally prohibited weapons.

Ethan looked at the line on the information, and flicked it with his fingers: "Do you think Grant's uncle is helping him operate in the prison, buying murders?"

"definitely is."

Atwater looked at Ethan with fixed eyes, and nodded heavily: "With the social connections Grant has come into contact with, Tucker is the most likely to arrange this kind of thing."

"Based on past events, Tucker will not refuse his request."

"Ah."

Ethan nodded and threw a piece of gum into his mouth.

The clues have probably been revealed. In addition to family ties, Grant is also Turk's future pension insurance.

Black stars and athletes have such an invisible rule.

When they are prosperous, those who have helped them, whether it is running errands or something else, they are obliged to take those people with them and live the life of the rich together.

For example, former NBA superstar Allen Iverson has a lot of younger brothers.

Such examples are numerous,
In order to live comfortably for the rest of his life, what Atwater said is very possible.

Looking at the others, they all looked deeply convinced.

That being the case, Ethan knew what to do.

"Clap clap."

He clapped his palms and gave the order: "Old rules, if there is no surveillance video next to the intersection, then we will spread it. As long as it is the surrounding surveillance, we will all be brought back for analysis."

"tomorrow."

Ethan looked at his watch: "Whoever you are free, you can visit the place near the incident."

"Maybe someone will find out with conscience."

"As long as we find the shooter, we can go all the way up."

Ethan looked at Atwater and said in a deep voice: "As for Tucker, Hank and I will go talk to him tomorrow and see if we can find out something."

Hank once revealed that he has a good relationship with prisons around Chicago.

Over the years, so many people have been arrested one after another, and they are already very familiar with those wardens.

Let him lead the way and things will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Ok."

Atwater clapped his fists and quickly returned to his seat.

This guy didn't intend to leave work at all, he was focused on catching and convicting the murderer.

This is the promise he made to that mother, and it is also a promise to himself.

Irene on the side also lowered her head and looked at the computer screen intently. Under the influence of the two of them, everyone stayed and worked overtime until the dead of night and gradually left.

(End of this chapter)