My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Hello."

After looking at the unfamiliar number, Ethan pressed the answer button.

He didn't continue talking. He had never seen this number before and didn't know who was on the other side.

"Is this Morgan?"

A woman's voice came from the other side of the phone, low and nasal.

"Yes."

Ethan responded briefly, waving his hand to signal the others to continue moving forward.

"I found your name in Letty's address book."

The voice from the other side continued to sound, and said somewhat calmly: "Look at the notes, you should be her friend."

"listen."

Ethan interrupted her and walked quickly to the corner:

"It's okay for you to ask for money. I can ransom you, but if you dare to hurt Leti, I will find you no matter where you hide in any corner of the earth."

"Believe me, I will break your neck with my own hands in a moment."

Letty, my friend.

A cool and attractive black-haired woman, the two of them once worked together in a small town on the US-Mexico border to kill a senator in the desert who was hunting illegal workers for fun.

Although the contact time was not long, just a few days.

However, the two of them had very compatible personalities and occasionally chatted on the phone. The other person's words made Ethan immediately realize that something was wrong.

After hearing these threatening words, the person on the other end of the phone became silent.

He was impatient and was about to ask a question.

"My name is Mia."

On the other side of the phone, the nasal voice sounded again: "It's not what you think."

The voice came here and paused for a few seconds.

"Letty's funeral will be held the day after tomorrow." The woman named Mia continued in a low voice: "At the cemetery of Xilin Village Memorial Park in Los Angeles, if you come over, I think she will be very happy."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan cursed and asked excitedly: "What happened?"

"Accident."

Mia on the other side of the phone said: "I also want to inform others that if you want, you can come and say goodbye."

The other party didn't want to say more and quickly hung up the phone.

Looking at the hung up number, Ethan's breathing became heavy. Without saying anything, he found Letty's number and dialed it.

"This is Letty."

The cool female man's voice sounded: "I'm not free now. I have something to leave a message. After a beep, it will be transferred to the voicemail."

"Yo."

Ethan frowned and asked, "A woman just said you were dead. Please send me a message quickly."

After hanging up the phone, he stood there blankly.

This was the first time I received news of a friend's death, and my heart kept sinking, hoping that none of this was true.

"Boss."

Next to the Cadillac, Atwater shouted: "There is still something to do at the police station, we have to go back."

"it is good."

Ethan nodded and walked down the steps slowly.

As soon as I got in the car, I received a text message on my phone: "It's me, Mia!"

"Boom."

A slap, hard on the steering wheel.

This move shocked all the people in the car, and they all looked over.

"what happened?"

Erin asked quickly.

I rarely see the other person like this, and there are only a handful of times when I lose control of my emotions.

"fine."

Ethan forced a smile and started the vehicle.

Although he usually laughs and laughs, his style has always been tough, and when his face turns cold, he is even scarier than Hank.So, feel free to be extremely curious.

But no one dared to ask him about his personal affairs, so they could only keep silent.

Eileen, who was sitting next to him, squeezed his hand. Although he said nothing, his eyes were full of concern.

"I am fine."

Ethan pushed down the accelerator and said in a low voice: "It's just that a friend died and I need to go to the funeral."

He glanced at the rearview mirror and looked at Antonio behind him:

"It might take a few days."

"Don't worry." Antonio nodded quickly: "I'm here to handle things here, no problem."

Knowing what it was for, several people in the car breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, it wasn't him who had the problem.

As for taking vacations, that's normal.

To do their job, you need to take a break every once in a while, and if you don't take a break, one of Ethan's jobs is to keep an eye on the rest of his team, so that they can't keep them spinning for too long.

During the last few days when he went to Phoenix City, Director Fisher kept his word and arranged for him to be on official business.

Therefore, he was prepared for the mandatory vacation.

This time, it was a coincidence.

It's just this coincidence that Ethan would rather not have happened.

Returning to the police station, he handled various matters step by step. If there was any need to follow up, he explained everything to Antonio one by one.

There was no way he wouldn't go to Letty's funeral.

In my heart, I also want to find out what the accident was. If something happened in the middle, I must avenge her.

How can it be interesting if a person walks alone.

No matter what, we must get a group of people to go down for her.

The next day, Los Angeles International Airport.

Carrying a small backpack, Ethan walked out of the passenger passage. He went from the third largest city in the United States to the second largest city. He didn't have much impression. There were crowds of people everywhere at the airport.

The biggest difference is skin color.

Due to the climate in Chicago, women tend to have fair skin.

And now when we come to Los Angeles on the West Coast, we can see wheat-colored skin everywhere, and the short hot pants and short vests are dazzling.

The depression caused by the news of Letty's death was relieved a lot.

In fact, people who have had his experience and are engaged in special industries should have a relatively indifferent view of life and death, but attending a funeral will always make people feel depressed.

This time I came here, not only to attend the funeral, but also to have fun for a few days.

Of course, that's without any surprises.

I found a taxi and went straight to the hotel.

When I arrived outside the airport, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was not like Chicago, where there were high-rise buildings everywhere and a magnificent city skyline.

However, it gives people a very free and unrestrained feeling.

GTA during the day, Vice City at night.

Some scenes even gave him a sense of déjà vu, especially the yellow supercar on the roadside. He resisted the urge to punch the driver inside and snatch the car away.

On both sides of the street, neatly trimmed palm trees passed by.

Tall and straight.

Only at the top, there are some branches and leaves.

This kind of tree immediately gave Ethan a West Coast feel.

Driven by a chatty driver, the taxi arrived at the Hilton Hotel not long after and checked into the business suite smoothly.

He was not in a hurry to have fun, he had to do business.

After putting the things away, he immediately sent a text message to the woman who contacted him before. He had contacted her before, indicating that he had come all the way from Chicago and wanted to know what happened.

Although the other party hesitated, he still agreed.

Soon, I received a reply.

The meeting time was set at six o'clock in the evening, and there was an address attached to it, which was a restaurant.

It's still early, it's only around three in the afternoon.

But he was too lazy to go out and mess around. He closed the curtains, pulled the quilt and fell asleep. (End of chapter)