My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 459: Just in Case
When the two reprimanded them, Rusek's face turned green and pale.

When he saw the blood-stained Burgess walking towards the police car supported by Atwater, he lowered his head in shame.

Ethan and Antonio glanced at each other and said nothing.

There is no need for a heavy hammer to beat the drum, if he does not realize that he has done something wrong.

Rusek couldn't stay with this intelligence team any longer.

At this moment, Ethan walked quickly towards Burgess.

It was true that I saved her just now, but it also scared her enough, so it is necessary to talk to her.

"Hey!"

Ethan leaned against the window of the police car: "Are you okay?"

After taking the tissue from Atwater, Burgess forced a smile: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Her psychological quality is still good, and her mood has calmed down a lot.

However, his fingers still trembled a little, and the paper towel smeared on his face, which soon turned into a big painted face, one red and one white.

"Atwater."

Ethan knocked on the car window and said seriously:
"Take her back to the police station, help her and Pratt take a leave of absence, get off work early today and go back to rest."

"If Pratt disagrees, you message me and I'll call her."

"Okay, detective."

Atwater nodded quickly and turned the car key.

"No, I'm fine." Burgess smiled reluctantly and squeezed his fist at Ethan.

"I said you have something to do."

He ignored Burgess' explanation and waved for Atwater to drive away.

Hank arrived in a hurry when their police car drove away.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the corpses being carried to the side of the road, while none of his men were injured.

"Where have you been?"

Ethan walked up to him and asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Hank looked around, shook his head and said, "You don't want to know, those people are watching me very closely."

"Anyway, if you need help, just ask."

Ethan patted his arm, and the others cleaned up the scene.

Back at the police station, Ethan walked to the whiteboard and looked at the photos on it.

The hurried day ended like this, but it was a pity that a student died. He shook his head and took down the photo above.

"Long day."

Antonio walked to the side and said with a sigh:
"Life is really fragile. When these girls came back from Mexico, they would never have thought about what they were facing."

"Maybe I have thought about it, but these people are always lucky." Ethan took down the photo of Megan Benson:

"I always feel that death is far away from me."

"By the way." He turned his head again and looked at Antonio: "I heard that you have a good relationship with the state attorney's office?"

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Antonio nodded:
"We often deal with each other, and we will definitely know some acquaintances."

"Very good." Ethan stretched out his fingers and tapped heavily on the photo of Amber Morris: "Do me a favor, don't be soft on her."

"For whatever reason, she is responsible for the death of Megan Benson."

"of course."

Antonio raised his hand and they fist bumped.

Tear off all the photos and put them in the portfolio along with other evidence.

Waving the rag, it became as white as snow again, waiting for the arrival of the next case.

When filling out the paperwork report, Orlinsky still kept a straight face.

Facing Rusek's eyes asking for help, Ethan just spread his hands, expressing that he was powerless.

The two of them are partners, and it is related to trust issues, which must be solved by him.

This is a very special job, and no one likes to be partnered with a daredevil, which means that the danger becomes higher.

When it was time to get off work, Ruzek left dejectedly.

Since he agreed to Irene, Ethan was not in a hurry to leave, and waited peacefully while watching the video.

"Let's go!"

Erin made a few phone calls, picked up her coat and walked over.

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" Ethan turned the car key and walked down the stairs with her.

She didn't answer until she walked out of the police station.

Ethan simply stopped, brushed aside the snow, and sat down on a bench by the roadside.

"It's about Justin." Seeing this, Erin had no choice but to tell the whole story:
"He just got out of prison not long ago, and you know that too."

"As the son of a policeman, if he goes to prison, you should be able to imagine what he will go through if no one protects him."

Ethan lit his cigarette and nodded silently.

People with this special status are a natural living target when they enter the prison.

Regardless of whether there is hatred or not, Justin's identity alone is a natural target of attack.

He also saw Justin last time. He was tall and tall, but he didn't have the temperament of a tough guy like Hank, and he definitely couldn't handle the life of a prison.

It's not about whether you will be beaten or not, but whether you will be beaten to death.

Even if he won't be beaten to death, the enthusiastic old man takes rounds several times a day, and he will be useless before he gets out of prison.

"In order to protect Justin, Hank tried his best."

Now that the conversation was open, Erin simply sat down: "An old friend of his offered help and let his nephew in the same prison protect Justin."

"It means that with that person, Justin can get out of prison safely."

Those who can provide protection in prison must also be gang members.

Ethan flicked off the ash: "Who is the other party?"

"Italian."

Irene took the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath: "Joe Catalano, a villain, a gang member, is the kind of person you imagine."

"Today Justin came to the police station to look for me, and I saw the two of them together."

"I'm afraid that Justin will be entangled by Catalano. These people will bite when they see an opportunity."

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan put his fingers on the handle of the gun and asked nonchalantly.

In this matter, Hank must have paid a great price.

Catalano knows how to play, and Hank will not treat him badly.

I'm afraid that he is greedy, just like Hood's inmate, there are always these idiots who think they are grabbing someone else's handle and want to get more and more.

Justin is Hank's son, and he doesn't mind helping him out.

"I want to warn him." Irene flicked the cigarette butt into the snowdrift beside her:
"Warning Catalano to stay away from Justin, don't think he can use him to do something because he protected Justin in prison."

"Just watch it for me, just in case."

"It's that simple?"

Ethan curled his lips, and the movement of tapping the handle of the gun also stopped.

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to do?" Irene looked at his hand suspiciously, and rolled her eyes: "Where did you go, we are the police, not killers."

"Though I very much doubt the effect of verbal warnings."

Ethan stood up and stretched out his hand: "But it is my honor to serve Ms. Lindsay."

"Hahaha."

Irene smiled and held his hand and stood up, and the two walked to the parking place together:
"Let's go to dinner first. I invite you tonight. What do you want to eat?"

"lobster!"

Ethan made a decisive choice without any hesitation.

"Burger King!"

Erin quickly vetoed it and gave an answer.

"Okay!" Ethan shrugged.

You can't be picky about eating free food, it's good if someone invites you to eat.

(End of this chapter)