My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 477 Help
Pratt inspected the screen and nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll help you retouch the picture later, the effect will be absolutely fine."

"It's almost enough." Ethan said indifferently.

He is handsome, no matter how he shoots, he looks good.

"It's up to you two." Pratt looked at Atwater and Burgess who had been standing outside the reception desk just now.

"This is to take a picture of the new ID, phew, hurry up."

Atwater was a little surprised by Pratt's patience just now. It seems that she is in a good mood today.

He quickly took off his coat and threw it to Burgess.

The old photos have been hung for so long, it's time to change to a more handsome image.

Atwater rubbed his hands together and stepped forward excitedly.

Without guidance, he automatically and consciously stood in the position just now, and assumed a mighty posture.

"Wait for my instructions."

Pratt reaches for the shutter: "I'll count to three."

"Ok."

Atwater moved the muscles of his face quickly to relax himself more.

"three."

Pratt quickly pressed the shutter, and with a click, the image of Atwater was preserved.

"Are you serious?"

Atwater froze on the spot: "I'm not ready!!!"

"don’t worry."

Pratt saw the grinning Atwater appear on the camera screen, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's a good shot, you will be satisfied."

Satisfied ghost~
Atwater's black face is even blacker now, he suppressed the madness in his heart, and stepped forward quickly:
"Please, Sergeant, let me have a look."

"Don't look at it."

Platt waved and said, "Leave it to me."

Atwater wants to cry but has no tears, why is the treatment so different.

"Burgess."

Ethan shook his head at her: "I have something to do here, come with me."

Burgess, who witnessed the whole process by the side, has become desperate, and she doesn't want photos like her to appear in front of others for a few months.

She was overjoyed to hear Ethan's shout.

"It's okay, you go!"

Seeing that it was Ethan, Pratt had no choice but to temporarily suppress the bad humor, and she waved Burgess to leave.

Atwater was still begging for mercy as Ethan and Burgess walked aside.

When he came to the stairs, the footsteps behind him were still following him.

Ethan turned his head, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why are you following me? Hurry up and put on makeup!"

"Oh!"

Only then did Burgess react, and quickly walked to the side.

"Thank you!"

After walking a few steps, she turned her head again and thanked her very gratefully.

Ethan shook his head and pressed the combination lock.

Pratt is not a bad person, but she has a bit of a bad taste and likes to play tricks on her patrolmen.

When I came to the Datong room, everyone hadn't arrived yet.

As soon as Ethan sat down, he saw Irene running upstairs in a hurry, heading straight for him.

"Hey, calm down."

Thinking that he slipped away early last night and was angry for not sending her back, Ethan quickly explained:
"She took the initiative. I wanted to wait for you."

"what are you saying?"

Irene thought of something, stared at him fiercely, then asked again: "Did you see Hank?"

"cough!"

Ethan coughed, "No."

It's also strange, usually when he came to the Chase room in the morning, Hank would always sit in the sheriff's office.

It's not just yesterday, he's not here today either.

Is there another big case? Ethan cast a puzzled look at the empty office.

"You actually asked me to take a taxi home last night, and I'll settle the score with you later." Irene said a harsh word, and walked downstairs again, with a preoccupied look on her face.

Ruzek's shoulders twitched, and he was chuckling silently.

Ethan smashed the ball of paper on his head, and then calmed down.

After a while, Hank took the lead and went upstairs, followed by the rest of the people.

I thought there was some big case, but unexpectedly, Hank went straight into the office and closed the door.

The others also returned to their seats with normal expressions, busy with the work at hand.

Only Irene's brows still had a trace of worry.

"Ethan."

Not long after, the door of the sheriff's office opened a crack, and Hank waved to him.

As soon as he walked in, Hank closed the door and pulled up the shutters.

On the ashtray next to the table, a wisp of blue smoke curled up from half a cigarette.

"sit down!"

Hank shook out a cigarette and handed it to him, then picked up the half cigarette and took a deep breath.

Seeing his solemn expression, Ethan also silently lit a cigarette.

Hank took out a small instrument, disc-shaped, from a drawer.

He flicked the switch above, and the green light flashed on and off.

"Here's a little present from Phillips."

Hank let out a heavy breath: "The latest product of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, which prevents small-scale eavesdropping."

He took another file bag from his coat, and took out some photos from it.

"This man's name is Frank Fitoli."

Hank tapped on one of the photos, in which a middle-aged white man was lying in the grass with a hole in his forehead.

He moved another photo over, showing three or four white men chatting together.

"This is Alessio, the head of the Italian gang."

"Fitoli is his old rival."

The man pointed at by Hank stood in the middle, holding a coffee cup in his hand, and his black hair was slightly bald.

His finger moved, pointing to a figure standing next to the bald man.

"Joe Catalano."

Before Hank could speak, Ethan said the horse-faced man's name.

Hank looked at Ethan in surprise: "How do you know him?"

"He is Alessio's nephew and right-hand man."

"Is such that."

Ethan flicked off the ashes: "Just two days ago, Irene asked me to warn him to stay away from Justin."

"Eileen."

Hank shook his head, and he smiled bitterly: "She must have told you about Justin as well."

"That's right!" Ethan nodded.

"These pictures were given to me by the Ministry of the Interior. The body of Frank Fitoli was found by the lake this morning."

Hank took out his phone again and played music.

When there was noise in the office, he said in a low voice: "The Ministry of Internal Affairs asked me to find the murderer, which is related to their interests."

Thinking of what Burgess said just now, this should be the corpse they found.

Finding the murderer is not a problem for them, and Hank won't be so cautious.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs believes that Alessio's people did it, and the main suspect is him."

Hank tapped Catalano's horse's face with his fingers, his eyes were full of anger:

"But I'm sure that's what Catalano did."

Ethan asked curiously, "How did you determine that?"

"I went to find him just now." Hank's cheeks puffed up: "He even told me that Justin was also involved."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan looked surprised: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Hank looked outside with a painful expression: "Irene found me just now and said that Justin had been to her home last night."

"There was blood on his hands, and he looked flustered."

"He just told Eileen to fight in the bar."

"But it confirms what Catalano said, that Justin was involved."

"What do you want to do?" Ethan asked simply.

"First of all, this matter is only known to me and you at the moment." Hank let out a heavy breath: "As for Irene, I'll see how the situation develops."

"Next, I need to investigate Justin's involvement."

"Finally." Hank looked at him firmly: "I will be closely watched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in this case."

"Some things, until the last step, I don't want to do."

"But if we do get there, I need your help."

Ethan pulled the hem of his jacket to cover the police badge, and nodded silently.

The office was filled with smoke, shattering the sunlight.

　Thanks to Brother Fuduo for the reward, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)