The daily life of American drama detective

"Next question, your report said 'I ran home and called the police', why did you run so far?"

Teresa was not surprised to see that the name of Detective Chuck really calmed Henry Hearst, and asked Henry Hearst who had returned to his seat.

Unlike her subordinate Grace, if she could, she didn't want to ask Detective Chuck to help, because she didn't want to rely on Detective Chuck.

After all, unless Detective Chuck lives here for a long time, and directly serves as a senior advisor to the CBI, and acts with their team, he can be relied on once but not too many times.

Instead of this, she would rather rely on the strength of herself and the team.

"I didn't think much of it, I just ran straight home."

Henry Hurst spread his hands: "I am neither you nor a criminal lawyer. This is the first time I have seen such a thing. Is it strange to panic?"

"It's not surprising to be panicked when encountering this kind of thing for the first time. We can barely understand it after running so far home and calling the police, but can you explain to us why you took a shower before the police rushed over?"

Teresa stared into his eyes.

"Maybe he lost control after panicking~"

Detective Owens, who has the same face as the movie version of The Punisher, taunted again: "As he said, he is 57 years old!"

"enough!"

Henry Hurst stood up furiously: "Victor, take care of your dog! If he dares to bark again, I will definitely sue you!"

"Shut up, Owens!"

The African-American police chief was also a little annoyed at the rebelliousness of his subordinates: "If you don't want to participate in this case, leave!"

"Mr. Hurst, please answer my question."

Teresa also took a displeased look at Detective Owens, who was always eccentric, and saw that the African-American police chief reprimanded him, so she said nothing, but looked at Henry Hurst.

"I don't know what's so strange about you."

Henry Hurst looked over again, and said with a sullen face: "I ran for so long, and this kind of thing happened again. After I called the police, why don't you take a shower and change your clothes to relax?"

"So you're sure you took a shower after calling the police?"

Teresa asked.

"Yes!"

Henry Hurst looked her in the eye.

"As far as we know, your wife was also at home at the time. We will ask her later. Wouldn't she give us a completely opposite answer?"

Teresa said blankly.

"she does not know!"

Henry Hurst was restless again.

"She was not at home?"

Teresa asked.

"She's home."

Henry Hurst looked very ugly.

"Then why doesn't she know?"

Teresa emphasized her tone: "Can you give me a reasonable explanation?"

"I was in the master bedroom when I came back and she was in the guest room, so she didn't know."

Henry Hurst was silent for a while before explaining.

"Are you sleeping in separate beds?"

Detective Owens was a little excited.

This time, the African-American police chief, who was supposed to reprimand him, had no time to talk to him, and looked at his old friend in astonishment and strangeness.

As a good family member, he is very aware of this old friend's obsessive love for his charming wife.

And in the face of Chantal's peerless enchantment, it is impossible for any man to take the initiative to sleep in a separate room with her.

Unless it's her initiative.

So here comes the question, what happened, let Chantal, who was subsidized by her husband since she was a child, marry into Hearst's house all the way through school, and became a noble lady, asked her husband who had always been in a good relationship to sleep in a separate bed?
"When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

"It has been a long time."

Henry Hearst's face was ugly, and he said sarcastically to his old friend's questioning: "Why do you want to know? Just because your loving couple divorced, you think I should empathize with you and share the relationship between husband and wife? No! Chantal and I just have some small conflicts, and we will definitely not divorce!"

"..."

The African-American police chief's face darkened even more.

Teresa ignored the matter of their old friend's breakup and continued to ask for details, but no matter what questions she raised, Henry Hurst could always give explanations, but these explanations were specious and could not convince her at all.

Not to mention that every answer is like this.

After tossing for a long time, she stared into Henry Hester's eyes, trying to get an answer from his eyes, but as long as the other party looked at her, they were all righteous and firm, which made her completely unable to see through the truth.

"enough!"

Teresa knew that the other party was a barrister, and lying and deceiving had long been a litigator's instinct. With her ability, it was difficult to tell which of his words was true and which was false. Annoyed, she pushed the file in front of her and stood up to look at Henry Hurst: "I didn't get a single word from you that I could believe, and I couldn't confirm that what you said was all lies, so that's it, you can find a lawyer."

"I'll contact Detective Chuck right away!"

The tall female police detective Grace stood up excitedly: "He can tell the truth from the fake!"

"Let me get in touch."

Teresa shook her head and took out her cell phone.

In the past, she would bear it, and could only work overtime slowly to verify the truth of every word the suspect said.

But now she knows that Detective Chuck is nearby, and she has his phone number, and she has also received his promise of 'contact any time' in the previous cooperation.

This kind of meaningless wrangling and wasting a lot of time for verification made her a little unbearable.

"That's better."

Henry Hearst's eyes flickered, and he raised his neck when he met the eyes of other people: "If Detective Chuck is really as powerful as the legends say, then he should know that what I said is true. I am an informant and a witness, not a suspect! If you had found him earlier, I would already be participating in a charity catwalk!"

"Don't worry, he'll be here soon."

Teresa said a few words after the call was connected, then hung up the phone and signaled that Chuck would be here soon.

There was a sudden silence in the police office.

"Are you sure you don't need a lawyer?"

Teresa frowned as she looked at Henry Hurst standing by the window gazing at the night scene.

"I didn't kill the two little girls, why should I find a lawyer?"

Henry Hurst said calmly without turning around.

Theresa and several of her subordinates looked at each other, and they could see the doubts in each other's eyes.

Could it be that he didn't do it?

But he had so many suspicions that they were almost sure that he was the murderer.

"Serial psycho killer."

Korean police detective Jin wrote a note and handed it to his colleagues. Seeing that they read it thoughtfully, they nodded expressionlessly.

Teresa was relieved.

There are signs that these two murders of young girls are indeed committed by the same serial killer.

It is also difficult for Detective Chuck to distinguish the truth and lies of the serial psycho killer.

The Orange County Charity Catwalk Gala Dinner.

"Look at that beauty, she is so beautiful."

"It's really worth the money for the surgery."

Two middle-aged men in neat suits stood together, chatting while looking at an unusually brutal beauty in a cool evening dress, their eyes almost fixed on Xiongba.

But he didn't know that a beautiful woman was already approaching. He leaned over and smiled and said, "Ben, Thomas, I caught you. Married men shouldn't discuss other beauties so blatantly."

Before the two men could answer, the wives of the two men, who were talking with other people not far away, turned back in an instant, pushed aside the beautiful woman who was next to her husband, and reminded vigilantly, "Where is Henry?"

That's right!

The beauty who made the wives so vigilant was none other than Chantal Hearst, known as the number one beauty in Orange County.

She was wearing a cool evening dress, which couldn't directly show the sexiness in the picture.

"Henry has business to discuss."

Chantal has long been used to the vigilance and hostility of other women, she put away the smiling faces she had just made fun of the two middle-aged men, and replied in a neutral manner.

"When I was looking for the parking boy just now, I saw him walk into the police station, accompanied by Chief Victor himself."

Another lady pointed.

"He'll be here soon."

Chantal's complexion changed slightly, she left behind a scene, turned around and left.

The gossip about Henry's entry into the police station, which was not very distracted behind her, still faintly passed into her ears, making her look ugly.

"Why don't you go take a look?"

When she walked to the balcony and looked at the police station opposite across the road, a crisp voice rang in her ears.

Chantal restrained her emotions in an instant, and gracefully looked sideways, and saw the girl Haili standing beside her at some point, and looked at Haili indifferently: "What did you look at?"

"You seem hostile to me?"

Haili looked at Chantal playfully: "No, it's not hostility to me, but to girls my age. Let me guess, your husband likes our model?"

Chantal's face couldn't hold back for an instant, and her complexion was extremely ugly.

"Looks like I guessed right."

Haili enjoyed the change in the expression of the most beautiful woman in Orange County, and praised: "Just now Shama and the others asked me what I thought of your title as the most beautiful woman in Orange County. I didn't answer this question because I didn't see everyone when I came here, but now I can be sure that you deserve the title of most beautiful woman in Orange County."

"I don't care about the title!"

Chantal said coldly.

"That would be the best."

Hai Li jokingly said: "Because this name has already changed after my elder brother moved to Orange County, if you care too much, it will be very uncomfortable."

"Your brother?"

Chantal frowned.

"Yeah, my elder brother, and all his good female friends, none of them are necessarily worse than you, so if you really don't care about being the number one beauty in Orange County, that's fine."

Hai Li smiled and said, "But that's fine too. It's actually quite pitiful to see how the title of the most beautiful woman in Orange County puts you there, leaving you without any friends, and no one even tells you this kind of news at the first time."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Chantal suppressed her dislike for Haili, and faced this cunning and delicate girl for the first time.

"I'm just curious why you hate me so much?"

Haili smiled and looked at Chantal: "Even if your husband likes ours, it's not surprising, right? Which man doesn't like young girls? They liked girls when they were teenagers. Why do they have to change their preferences after ten, twenty, thirty or even forever?"

"You think exactly like him!"

Chantal couldn't control her disgusted expression again.

"If the rumors are correct, you seem to have met your husband when you were a girl."

Hai Li smiled half-smile: "Even younger than we are now, I guess when you were really together, your age was no more than our age, or even younger, wasn't it? Let me guess again, less than 13 years old?"

"No!"

Chantal was startled.

"What not?"

Hailey played with taste: "Is it not younger, or is it more than 13 years old? Or do you not like the number 13?"

Speaking of this, she patted her forehead and said with a light smile: "My fault, the number 13 is indeed unlucky, just like the girl who was strangled first and then strangled twice in the past two weeks, she is stuck at around 13 years old."

Seeing that Chantal didn't answer, Haili said to herself: "I'm curious. You hated me so much the first time you saw me. Is it because you wanted to weld the door to prevent people who came after you got in the car? Or did you think of some pervert when you saw me?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Chantal didn't dare to look at Haili and left in a hurry.

It is impossible for her to tell anyone how she and her husband met and fell in love, because that would put her husband at risk of being sued and going to jail.

The murder of two 2-year-old girls mentioned by Haili made her even more suspicious.

Hai Li looked at her enchanting back and smiled.

Shama and Marisa were both going to be on the catwalk, so after greeting her, they went backstage to prepare. She didn't want to ignore the ordinary but confident Luke, so she came to tease the number one beauty in Orange County and test her guess by the way.

Now it seems that it is close to ten.

"Help me retrieve all the online records of Henry Hearst."

Haili took out her phone, sent a message, and then walked towards the runway while flipping through it.

The charity catwalk has officially started, and all the beauties are wearing fashions and starting to walk on the stage. She really likes to watch it.

When Shama and Marisa came out, Hailey kept waving.

Especially Marisa, this kind of thin bamboo pole figure is definitely a clothes hanger, coupled with her good looks, she looks good in anything, which really makes many men nod their heads.

Of course, there are more old men here.

Few young people have the money to donate.

"Haha."

After Marisa walked backstage, Haili turned her eyes to the phone again and burst out laughing.

Chantal doesn't like this kind of catwalk show, especially Marisa, who is a rising star, is posing on it, which makes her careless to watch. She has been secretly looking at Haili, who frightens her from the corner of her eye. Seeing her laugh like this, her heart thumps even more.

Haili is very talented, and her big brother Chuck has trained her meticulously and comprehensively. Her facial features are extremely sharp. Even in this noisy and dark environment, she is still keenly aware of Chantal's peeping. She laughed fiercely when she saw the information.

When a long leg appeared on the runway again to attract everyone's attention, Chantal, with changing eyes, quietly left the scene, looked at the opposite police station, picked up the hem of the dress, and walked over.

When she reached the gate of the police station, a black SUV stopped behind her, and when she turned to look over, Chuck got out of the car.