My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 544 Spicy Eyes

"Good job." Hank patted Gene's arm.

He looked at everyone: "Now we need to have a chat with Mrs. Elliot."

Communicating with the family members of the deceased is something that no one is willing to do.

Not everyone is willing to bear that kind of collapse, sadness, and despair.

Looking at the photo, this Dr. Elliott is at least 60 years old. Not surprisingly, his wife is also about the same age.

Thinking of this, everyone present retreated one after another.

Ethan, Orlinski and Antonio all looked disinterested.

Rusek wanted to learn more experience, his eyes eager to try.

Hank himself didn't want to communicate, let alone bring a bottle of oil.

He set his sights on Irene and Sumner. In this kind of thing, female police detectives can often calm the emotions of the victims' families better.

It's just that now, because of her partner's accident, Irene's mood is not right, and she can't be counted on.

After some calculations, Hank made up his mind.

"How about it?"

He walked to a table and knocked on it: "Are you interested in taking a look?"

Sumner never expected that Hank would arrange for him to go on a mission, so he just kept his head down and was busy with his own affairs as before.

She didn't know it was talking to herself until the table rang.

She quickly stood up and nodded quickly:
"of course."

"Let's go then."

Hank didn't talk nonsense and went downstairs directly.

Picking up the coat, Sumner left in a panic when he saw Ethan smiling encouragingly at her.

That being said, it is not so easy to forget everything about last night.

When they left, Gene came to Ethan's side.

He was chatting, but quietly pulled out a document from his coat.

Ethan reached out to take it, and clamped it on his lap calmly.

The two continued to talk about DNA testing, and after a while, Gene left.

Ten minutes later, Ethan closed the game.

Putting the folder in his arms, he grabbed the cigarette case and went to the balcony of the tea room.

Lighting a cigarette, he squinted his eyes to look through it under the warm sunlight. It was nothing more than the inspection report of the deceased and some confessions of Lonnie's family and friends.

It seemed that it was an ordinary homicide.

Just because a police detective is involved, it seems extraordinary.

After watching it for a while, I couldn't see why.

He closed the file, took out his cell phone, and sent a text message.

There is no need for too many people to know about this matter. After all, it would be a great risk for Gene to steal the file information of other departments.

Soon, Antonio pushed open the balcony door.

He pulled out his chair and sat down: "Is there anything that can't be said inside?"

"This thing."

Ethan tapped on the file and pushed forward: "You leave it to Horsted, be careful."

The other party is the person with the best relationship with Horstead in the intelligence group.

Give things to him, and you can rest assured.

"This is?" Antonio took the file suspiciously and opened it.

After casually flipping through two pages, he slammed them shut.

"Do not ask."

Facing Antonio's surprised gaze, Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke: "Don't let others find out."

"Thank you!"

Antonio nodded heavily, and solemnly stuffed the file into his arms.

He asked for favors, looked for connections, and tried to find out information about the case, but several phone calls didn't work.

Unexpectedly, this thing that made him feel anxious suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Don't say that."

Ethan held out his hand to him: "We are all partners in the same department."

Antonio pursed his lips, and the two bumped their fists hard.

A lonely yin does not grow, and a lonely yang does not grow.

If there are people like Hank and himself in the intelligence team, then sooner or later, this mess will be ruined.

Policemen like Antonio and Horstead who are full of justice are also needed. When combined, their vitality appears to be more vigorous.

The phone vibrated, and Ethan pressed to answer.

Hank's voice sounded: "Nicholas Djorovich, nicknamed DJ Nick."

"He is suspected of murder. The court date is tomorrow. In this case, Dr. Elliott is the most important witness."

Ethan hurried to the whiteboard and wrote down the name:

"In other words, DJ Nick is the biggest beneficiary after Dr. Elliot's death?"

"For now." Hank said in a deep voice across the phone:

"exactly."

The timing was too coincidental, and the motive for the crime was very obvious.

Starting from the perspective of interests, a breakthrough can often be found.

"Okay." Ethan nodded:
"I see, I'll go and bring this DJ Nick back later."

As soon as he hung up the phone, the mobile phones of several people in the Chase room rang one after another, and Hank sent a photo of DJ Nick.

Short blond hair and beard.

There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"found it."

Irene has retrieved this person based on the name Ethan wrote on the whiteboard.

She looked at the computer screen and said, "Nicholas Djorovich, with a violent criminal record."

"Now suspected of murder, after paying a huge bond, he has been released on bail."

Hank had already sent the name to Gene, and soon found out that DJ Nick was checking in at a hotel in the city.

The few remaining members of the intelligence team were dispatched quickly.

After showing the police badge at the front desk of the hotel and asking about the room number, everyone took the elevator to the third floor.

Looking at this familiar floor, Ethan scratched his head.

Along the corridor, stepping on the thick carpet to a room in the farthest corner.

Through the door, you can hear the loud music inside.

"Bang bang bang!"

Antonio punched the door heavily: "CPD, open the door."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

"Chicago police."

Erin slammed the door again: "Djorovic, open the door!"

Since the other party had major suspicions, Ethan and Rusek held guns with one hand and stood behind guard.

Orlinski looked at the corridor vigilantly, and it could not be ruled out that DJ Nick had other accomplices.

The music inside was still playing, and the door didn't respond.

"Ah~~~"

A scream sounded through the door.

The faces of the people outside changed, and Antonio quickly stepped aside.

Ethan instantly understood what he meant, rushed forward, and kicked the door lock.

"Oh!"

The door frame shattered, and the door flew back.

The ear-shattering music rushed out and hit them directly.

A group of people took out their pistols and rushed in quickly.

"I buy it!"

Rushing into the living room, seeing what happened in front of him, Rusek was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out.

Inside the room, a rave party is being held.

Wine bottles were falling everywhere, and DJ Nick stood on the living room table, writhing to the music.

The dance is enchanting and free and easy.

He only wore a leather collar around his neck.

Behind the collar was a long leather rope, which was held in the hands of a naked blonde beauty.

There are also two sexy girls dancing on the table, a black pearl and a Latin girl.

They all patted big pieces of cake.

This scene is too seductive, and it is really too spicy.

Ethan and Rusek watched with great interest, with smiles on their faces.

Antonio and Orlinski's eyes dodged, revealing a sense of immorality that both wanted to see and was embarrassed.

Erin turned her gaze aside, and rolled her eyes when she saw the appearance of a few of them.

"Ah~~~"

There was another scream, but this time it was panic.

The blond beauty who was pulling the rope finally noticed several gunmen appearing in the house, and she hurriedly let go.

This scream of panic also attracted the attention of the other two girls.

They all froze, standing stiffly.

DJ Nick arched twice in the mountain peak, and found that there was no movement, so he raised his head quickly.

He wiped off the cake on his eyelids suspiciously, and when he saw a few people with pistols appearing in the living room, his scalp went numb.

He subconsciously pushed the woman in front of him hard, quickly jumped off the table, and ran towards the balcony.

The Latina was pushed backwards by DJ Nick, her arms clutching the air desperately.

Her eyes were terrified, and she looked at the ground close at hand.

Ethan reacted quickly, slid and knelt forward, and opened his arms.

"Snapped."

The mountain brought the cake and hit him heavily in the face.

(End of this chapter)