My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 564 Except Frank

If others find out about this matter, her family will be torn apart, which is what Fiona does not want to see.

In the situation of six gods and no one, Ethan's special identity is the only object she turns to for help.

Fortunately, the other party did not refuse, she looked at Ethan gratefully.

"nothing."

Ethan smiled and patted the back of her hand lightly.

I understand her situation, and I know what Fiona has done for this family.

The other party is still her own woman, if she doesn't help at this time, what time will she have to wait.

Kathy wasn't hurt, it was just a hotheaded kid doing something stupid.

If it weren't for the special circumstances of the Gallagher family, it would be no problem to send Casey back directly.

After all, Debbie is only a little girl about ten years old. In the room just now, seeing Casey's appearance, the two of them had a good time.

Holding Ethan's big hand, Fiona stabilized her emotions.

Holding hands, the two walked towards the parking lot together.

"Woo, woo, woo!"

A familiar voice approached from a distance, the siren stopped quickly, and a shout sounded:
"Please note, this is the Chicago Police Department."

"We're looking for a two-year-old missing boy, Kathy Caston."

"The missing boy was wearing a Superman costume, white, blond hair, please call 911 if you have any information, thank you."

The shouting ended, and the patrol car drove up to him.

"Hey, Fiona."

The driver was Tony, with neatly combed blond hair.

"Hi Tony."

Although Fiona was nervous, she still pretended to be calm, and extended her hand to introduce: "This is Ethan, he is my friend."

"No need to introduce, we know each other."

Tony nodded to Ethan, and looked at the hands held together by the two:
"Detective Morgan, what are you?"

"You know, Fiona lives nearby. I'll ask her to find out about the situation." Ethan smiled and shook his head: "It turned out that she just woke up not long ago and didn't know anything."

"Yes, I heard him."

Fiona answered quickly: "Is it possible that the little boy just got lost?"

"I hope too." Tony curled his lips and pointed to the sky:
"The helicopters are dispatched, we will definitely find Casey."

"If someone kidnapped him, no matter who did these things, I will definitely find that bastard and screw his head off."

As soon as his voice fell, there was a roar in the air.

A blue and white helicopter whizzed past in mid-air, and Fiona opened her mouth wide.

"I'm leaving, Detective."

Tony looked at Ethan who was standing next to Fiona, and felt ashamed.

He immediately started the police car and left quickly.

"We need to hurry up." Fiona looked at Ethan, and the helicopter in the sky made her flustered.

Get in the Ford Interceptor and drive away quickly.

Ethan knew the current search area of ​​the police station, so he found a place far away, and returned after Fiona bought the Superman costume.

I drove all the way, and when I got back to Gallagher's house, I saw two big boys pushing a supermarket trolley by the side of the road, and a cylindrical water heater was placed obliquely on the trolley.

"It's Lip, stop quickly."

Seeing those two people, Fiona shouted hastily.

Ethan swung the steering wheel immediately, the brake pads worked, and the inertia allowed the interceptor to rush over.

The sudden oncoming vehicle startled the two boys, let go of the trolley, and were about to run away.

This is the natural reaction of children living in the southern district, so let's talk about it first.

"Lipp, it's me."

Fiona's shout made the two of them stop.

"Shet." Seeing Ethan and Fiona sitting in the car, Ian's chest heaved: "Dude, you almost scared us to pee."

"Hey, look what we found."

Lip came back to his senses, patted the water heater in the trolley and said happily: "This guy is [-]% to [-]% new, we can take a good hot bath."

"Stop." Fiona waved her hands: "Find Carl, hurry home."

"Debbie stole a baby and we have to find a way to get it back."

"What are you talking about?" Lip stared blankly, "Debbie stole a child, why would she do that?"

"Go back quickly."

Fiona was a little mad: "I wish I knew the answer to this question too."

"Got it." Ian ran to the side without saying a word:
"I'll call Carl."

Lip pushed hard alone, turning the wheels of the cart wildly.

I have to say that the Gallagher family is very cohesive, no matter what difficulties they encounter, they will find a way to face them together.

Except, of course, Frank.

puff.

"Detective Morgan."

Rusek's voice sounded: "What do you gain over there?"

"No."

Ethan pressed the intercom and said flatly: "I'm just wandering around, don't contact me if you have nothing to do."

"receive."

The intercom fell silent, and Ethan put it on the table.

This is the dining room of the Gallagher family, and everyone is sitting around.

Of course, that still doesn't include Frank.

The sound of the walkie-talkie just now made everyone except Ian and Fiona cast shocked gazes, one of which was particularly fiery.

"Cool~" Little Carl grinned and stretched out his fist: "I knew you were unusual."

"Can I play with your gun?"

"We'll talk about it another day." Ethan bumped fists with him and looked at Debbie:

"Now we need to sort things out and make sure you don't say the wrong thing when the time comes, can you do it?"

"Well, I see."

Debbie blushed and nodded.

"Why did you take that boy away?" Ethan asked.

Debbie explained: "He was crying for his mum, but no one was around."

Fiona looked at Debbie and asked seriously:
"Have you ever tried to find his mother?"

"No."

Debbie shook her head, flicking her ponytails quickly: "I told you, he was crying at the time, but no one cared about him."

"I felt worthless for him, so I took him away."

"Hey."

Fiona opened her hands excitedly: "What's wrong with you?"

"You must remember that you will never do this kind of thing again in the future, promise me."

"understood."

Looking at the eyes of everyone, Debbie curled her lips first, and then said silently: "I promise you."

How could this little brain think of such a complicated thing.

Ordinary families, at Debbie's age, only play with dolls at home.

Ethan didn't know what to say for a moment, took out his cigarette and lit it.

Looking at the cigarette case and lighter on the table, Lip blinked and looked at Ethan.

Ethan shrugged and exhaled smoke indifferently.

In the southern district, for a child of his age and living in this environment, it would be fine not to touch the leaves.

Cigarettes, Pediatrics.

"Debbie." Lip lit up a cigarette skillfully, and then threw the cigarette case to Ian:
"When you took Casey, was he in the yard, or was he outside?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Debbie said, "Inside."

Lip swallowed, and continued to ask:
"Okay, so how did you get him out?"

"this."

Debbie took out a small half of a Snickers bar from her pocket: "That's it, wave it around, and he walked out."

"I buy it!"

Fiona covered her face with her hands, not knowing how to react.

Kidnapping a child with candy sounds like what a middle-aged psycho would do.

Speaking from the mouth of Debbie who is only about ten years old, it gives people an extremely absurd feeling.

"Did anyone see you?"

Ethan cared about the key points: "Did you meet anyone on the way you brought Casey back?"

"No."

Debbie said with certainty: "As soon as I put him in the car, I ran away."

"There's no one on the road either."

"Run away!" Fiona stood up abruptly and said angrily, "You still know how to run?"

"You're kidnapping. Understand?"

"sorry."

Debbie had never seen Fiona treat herself like this before, and her little face became tense: "I knew I was wrong."

After pulling Fiona down, Ethan whispered to Debbie:
"What kind of car?"

"Pram, the one Liam used to have." Debbie sniffed.

"That car broke down long ago."

Fiona said excitedly: "Didn't I let you throw it away a long time ago?"

"I figured out a way to fix it."

Debbie didn't dare to look directly into her eldest sister's eyes: "I thought maybe it might be useful sometime."

"call!"

Ethan exhaled heavily, feeling a toothache.

Not only is the action well-planned, but it is also planned early.

This is already much higher than the standard of many street sneakers, he really doesn't know what to say.

"Boom bang bang."

Just as he was reorganizing his words, there was a violent knock on the door next to him.

(End of this chapter)