My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 219
As soon as he walked out of the hospital, Ethan was hurriedly pulled into the car by Hood.

The last time it was mainly Ethan and Miranda communicating, Hood was afraid that he would be rejected, so he insisted on bringing Ethan along.

A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped in front of an ordinary house.

It can be seen from the appearance that the owner's economic conditions are not very good. There is an old Nissan car parked in front of the house, and a children's bicycle is placed beside the wall.

The two looked at each other and walked along the small lawn to the front door.

Ethan knocked on the door and took two steps back.

"Mommy, someone is knocking on the door."

The voice of a child sounded in the house, and soon, the curtain next to it was lifted, and Miranda appeared behind the window.

Ethan greeted her with a smile on his face.

The door opened, and Miranda looked back, then came out, and with her arms folded, said to Hood angrily:

"You promised me to send Proctor to prison, now?"

Ethan put away his smile and stepped aside.

"Trust me, I'm figuring it out," Hood said awkwardly.

Miranda waved her hands and said excitedly: "Then you'd better hurry up, you don't know how worried I am, I even suspect that he already knows that the person who leaked the information is me."

Hood quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, he can't know that you did it. I still need some clues, preferably those that can be directly related to Proctor."

"Please think about it carefully and see if there is anything you can use."

Miranda looked around, gritted her teeth and said, "First of all, you drive that damn car away and don't show up at my door in this uniform, do you understand?"

Ethan looked at himself, in a hurry just now, he forgot to change a set of clothes before coming back, he quickly apologized:
"No problem, we'll come back later."

Miranda said angrily, "Forget it, you guys don't come here anymore, if you have something to say, say it quickly."

Ethan had no choice but to buckle his belt with both hands, and said quickly, "Last time you told me that Proctor would ask you out several times a week. There must be some useful clues, but you didn't realize it."

"That's right." Hood took the words:

"It doesn't have to be illegal. Have you ever found anything unusual in his house? Anything is fine."

"One night."

Miranda thought for a while and rubbed her nose: "I saw a few people approaching the basement carrying several long wooden boxes."

Hood's eyes lit up: "What's in the box?"

"Why do you think I know?"

"What's it like in the basement?"

"Don't know, Proctor won't let us run around his house."

"Can you find a way to get into the basement and see what's in there?"

"Please tell me, you are joking with me." Miranda looked at Hood in disbelief: "Are you aware of what you said? You are telling me to die."

Hood was speechless for a moment.

"Go away, that's all I know."

Miranda turned and walked into the room, closing the door with a bang.

Seeing that Hood was still trying to knock on the door, Ethan quickly stopped him: "Don't do this, she has tried her best."

Hood glanced at the door and said unwillingly:

"It's not illegal to move long wooden boxes to the basement. We need to know what's inside, and we must have a good reason to apply for a search warrant."

When Miranda mentioned the long wooden box, they could guess what it contained.

Ethan, in particular, immediately thought of Proctor's AK when he went to save Hood with Borden and the others last time.

But if the evidence is not convincing, they will rush to search the door. If it is not an illegal firearm, they will only startle the snake.

Back in the car, both of them fell silent.

The vehicle started slowly, and after driving for a certain distance, Ethan suddenly said:
"Miranda is just an ordinary person. It is impossible for you to ask her to go to the basement to check what Proctor hid."

"You mean?" Hood turned his head.

Ethan raised his forehead: "Have you forgotten your true identity?"

"As long as we can confirm that the things hidden in Proctor's basement are illegal firearms, we can logically apply for a search warrant."

"I think this difficulty should not be too great for you."

Hood immediately understood what he meant, as long as he was sure that the contents of the crate were illegal firearms, he could attack Proctor.

And sneaking into this kind of thing is a good game for him.

"Then I need your help."

Hood turned his head and said, "Jabber is trying his best to track down the whereabouts of the rabbit, and he can't get away."

"You can tell me to hold a gun." Ethan raised his hand: "I'm not good at sneaking in."

"When Proctor is at home, he must be the most guarded. I can only choose the time when he is not at home." Hood glanced at him:
"He's usually at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club at night, you help me keep an eye on him."

"Funds?"

Hood said helplessly, "I will reimburse you."

"make a deal."

Ethan resolutely agreed, and it was his duty to do his best for his friend.

At night, he scratched his head after filling out the accident report form, the state surveillance form, and the gun use form, then threw his pen aside.

After getting a cup of coffee from the coffee machine, he turned and walked towards the sheriff's office.

After a while, after arguing with reason, Ethan happily took a sip of coffee and walked out of the office.

With a thousand dollar knife in your pocket, you can walk with wind.

Emmett was with Meg in the hospital, and Siobhan was off work.

Only Brock was left nibbling on the donuts, and he had nothing to do when he went back alone. He usually stayed at the police station until the end of get off work.

Ethan walked to his seat and sipped his coffee loudly.

Brock was annoyed by him: "What do you want?"

Ethan sat directly on his desk, crossed his legs until he accidentally exposed the cash in his pocket.

Although divorced, Brock's living expenses have not decreased in the slightest.

The ex-wife's alimony directly emptied a large chunk of his wallet.

As long as his ex-wife is no longer married and does not have a stable job, the money will continue to be paid, so Brock has been living tight.

He rolled his eyes when he saw the cash protruding from Ethan's pocket.

Unexpectedly, while drinking coffee, Ethan reached out to turn off his computer.

Brock was about to get angry, but Ethan took a sip of his coffee and said casually:

"Club, I am treating guests, do you want to go or not?"

Brock took out two tissues, wiped his mouth, and threw the donut into the trash can with a smile on his face.

"Let's go."

Savoy Gentlemen's Club, Ethan sat for half an hour, and finally saw Proctor and Borden appear.

With a smile on his face, he took out his mobile phone and moved his fingers quickly.

After confirming that the text message to Hood was sent successfully, he picked up the wine glass and touched Brock, looked at the buttocks shaking wildly in front of his eyes, and drank the whiskey in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)