My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 388 Sing and Harmony

Hearing what Julie said, Ethan understood instantly.

In the middle, it involves a struggle for power.

It's just that this police inspector named Bielden used the case to vent his anger, which is a bit tasteless.

At this time, the phone on Erin's desk rang, and she went to answer it.

"Adam Ruzek."

The man who had just walked up with Orlinsky stepped forward and greeted them.

Ethan also found it interesting, the second day after he came here, there was a newcomer. "

"Hello, Ethan Morgan."

He shook hands with this Rusek: "Welcome, I also just arrived at the intelligence team yesterday."

"really?"

Ruzek quickly held his hand tightly: "What a coincidence, Ethan, maybe we should go out for a drink."

Orlinsky patted him on the head. "Maybe you should call him a detective."

"Detective?"

Rusek stopped shaking in surprise, and quickly let go of his hand.

"I have a new clue here."

Irene put down the phone and walked quickly to the whiteboard. She glanced at the record sheet in her hand, picked up a pen and added: "According to the call records of the deceased Lefe and Cooper."

"Only the same number contacted the two of them yesterday. It was a pre-charged disposable mobile phone. The signal is gone."

"The source of the purchase has been checked and it was purchased at a mobile phone store in Greektown."

"very good."

Hank patted her on the arm: "Take Ethan to check. He just came to Chicago and needs to be more familiar with the neighborhood."

"I will drive."

Erin looked at Ethan, with some potato chip crumbs at the corner of her mouth.

"I don't mind if you fly the plane."

Ethan returned to his seat, picked up his coat, and also grabbed the python in the black leather holster and pinned it to his waist.

Erin glanced at him every now and then as he drove to Greektown.

"If you have any questions, you might as well ask them directly."

Along the way, Ethan was comparing the streets with the map on his mobile phone, trying to get a clear idea of ​​the relevant geographical location as soon as possible.

"How did you meet Hank?" Irene asked decisively.

"coffee shop."

Ethan looked at the map in his hand, and replied casually: "On a stormy and sunny night, I drank with him and three beautiful girls."

The car fell silent instantly, and Ethan noticed that Irene's fingers holding the steering wheel were turning white.

The corner of his mouth turned up: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"You don't want to talk about Hank and you, I understand."

Irene gritted her teeth: "I'm not prying into your privacy, but if we want to work together in the future, we need to know a certain amount about you."

"Hank said you are his adopted daughter." Ethan put down his phone and asked curiously:
"What happened in the middle?"

"cough."

Irene coughed lightly, and said unnaturally: "Let's get to know each other slowly."

"I have investigated some information about the shop owner here, which may be useful later."

She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Ethan:

"You look first."

The vehicle came to the place soon, and Irene found a place to stop the car, and the two walked to the mobile phone store.

"Ha, nice body, chick."

There was an open space next to the mobile phone store, where several people were repairing cars, and one of them with long hair was holding a wrench and whistled to Irene.

Erin spread her hands, rolled her eyes and walked forward.

Glancing at the long-haired man, Ethan showed off the police badge: "Do you have anything else to say?"

"No."

The long-haired man raised his hands and said in a funny voice: "The message has been received, Mr. Police Officer."

Several others laughed along.

"Let's go."

Erin shook her head at him.

Ethan stared at Long Mao and walked forward.

Standing in front of the mobile phone shop, Irene curled her lips and said, "We often meet people who don't like the police. This kind of language provocation is commonplace."

"If everyone is serious, you'll be overwhelmed."

"clear."

Ethan nodded, and stretched out his hand to push open the door. The door frame hit the copper bell above and made a crisp sound.

The mobile phone store is not big, and the shelves behind the counter are full of various mobile phone accessories.

A white man in a red sweater was standing at the counter. When he saw two people coming in, he asked:

"Good afternoon, what do you need?"

"Chicago Police Department."

Ethan lifted his jacket and showed his police badge and pistol: "A person bought a pre-charged mobile phone from your store yesterday. We want to know about that person."

Irene took out a note from her pocket and pressed it on the counter: "This is the number."

"okay, wait a minute."

The man in red glanced at the number, and entered it in front of the computer: "That's right, it was indeed purchased from me."

"According to the purchase record it was a man named Juan Garcia, paid in cash."

Erin knocked on the counter: "Can you provide more clues?"

"terribly sorry."

The man in red raised his hands and said nonchalantly, "I'm not in charge of doing background checks here."

"That's right." Erin smiled:

"However, this name is too common, it doesn't seem like a real name. Maybe when I go out and shout Juan, a few people will answer me, which doesn't help me much."

"That has nothing to do with me."

The man in red impatiently picked up the note and handed it to Irene: "This is your job, not mine. I have already given you the answer you want."

Irene and Ethan glanced at each other, and Ethan took out the piece of paper from his pocket:
"You're Glenn Pearson, right?"

Ethan looked at the photo above and compared it with the person in front of him: "The owner of this shop."

The shopkeeper nodded: "That's right."

"Coincidentally, on my piece of paper, there is a person named Glenn Pearson recorded."

Ethan flicked the paper with his hand and made a crisp sound:
"Based on the information above, this individual is in Gary, Indiana, charged with fraud for selling stolen goods."

"is it?"

Irene took the paper and pretended to glance at it: "Shet, a fine of [-] dollars is involved, which is a lot of money."

The shopkeeper pretended to be calm, but his eyes had already become flustered.

"What do you think?"

Ethan leaned behind Irene, looked at the paper, and looked at the shopkeeper: "Height, weight, eye color, in my opinion, they are the same person."

"Do you think we need to apply for a warrant?"

"I do not know."

Irene put her hands on her chest, shook her head and smiled, "I don't like to make hasty decisions, especially for those who can help us. You know, Indiana, it's actually none of our business."

"I have a hidden camera here, and I'll help you find the photo of the person who bought the phone."

The shopkeeper completely surrendered: "Is this okay?"

"very good, thank you."

Irene took the note and smiled sweetly at the owner.

(End of this chapter)