James was not in a good mood, and his partner Cousson kept asking who the girl who called in the morning was. James was very unhappy with this kind of knowingly inquiring about his play.

When he worked on his first day with the watch given by Georgina, his partner deduced the truth with the instinct of a police officer. I don't know if it's because there is gold first, and then there is Crowley, which stimulates James's desire to protect privacy, and he really doesn't want to share his private life.

Today, Georgina's family came to see their daughter in Barton, and James was supposed to accompany Georgina to the train station to pick her up, but something happened at the police station in the morning, and James had to focus on work. Expect not to make a bad impression on the other person.

"Who is she?What does she look like?How did you know each other?Oh, Lance!I'll find out sooner or later!" Curson looked at James sitting next to him at the table with a chuckle on his face.

James didn't bother to pay attention to his partner, sorted out the papers at the table, and decided to leave the police station. Things didn't seem to be going on much in the morning, and he didn't want to waste any more time here, he was going to make a good impression on himself, the person who expected to be his future father-in-law!

"Corson, Lance!" was summoned.

The two detectives walked to the office of the homicide team leader.

The leader of the homicide team is a middle-aged woman, not tall, with a very well-proportioned figure, who has been wearing standard formal clothes for a long time, and her dark chestnut curls are tied behind her head, she is a very capable woman. It is said that no one in the police station has ever beaten her, but God knows if this is a rumor that is trying to increase the prestige of the female team leader. No one dared to verify it.

Corson is an old man, so he is much more casual than James. As soon as he closed the office door, he frowned. Urgently asked, "How is it, is there any news?"

Team Donner stared at the materials on his desk, waved his hand, and motioned to close the curtains.

James turned and swirled the blinds, and the light in the room suddenly became dark.

"We found the car. Donner glanced at the two of them, pushed through the information, and motioned for them to sit down. The expression on his face was very bad, "But Chapman's whereabouts are still unknown." ”

Corson took the information and flipped through it. The face was completely gloomy.

Alarm was received last night and gunshots were heard in the southeast of the North District. Of course, it is an anonymous alarm, and the content is very vague. It can only be judged that a certain citizen accidentally saw it, but he did not dare to say more for fear of offending some local gang members, and because his conscience could not help but act, he made this vague phone call.

When the police arrived, they only found some remaining blood stains that had not been cleaned. At this point, it was a situation without a beginning and no end, and the police initially believed that the guys in those gangs had a conflict, and visited several bars, of course, no one admitted it. No one said anything useful either.

Things took a turn in the morning, and all the patrol officers on duty at night were supposed to return to change shifts, but one patrol car was delayed.

It was soon found out that it was Chapman. Chapman's family was not in a good situation. His son has been in and out of the hospital since birth because of a heart disease. The police did not explicitly inform his family, but went around the corner to learn that the other party did not return home, and also missed the son's examination at the hospital today.

The police's instincts were sharp, and Chapman was his own, so everyone was working on it from the morning. The clues are dug up little by little. Chapman did not respond to any orders from the dispatch office last night, and the time when the communication was shut down was very similar to the time of the gunfire reported in the anonymous alarm. A convenience store near Mary's Chapel had seen people suspected of Chapman passing by......

The policeman's instincts are sharp, and Chapman is his own. It must be emphasized. So the two detectives of the homicide squad are now staring at the information, their faces gloomy.

"Don't jump to any conclusions in advance. Team Leader Donner stared at his two subordinates, one was a reliable police detective who climbed into this position on the ground, and the other was a second-generation newcomer to the police station with a prominent family background. She believes that these two people are the most understanding and best suited to the current situation: "We don't want to cause any disturbance until there is a real outcome." ”

Donner sighed, as a woman, her skin was really not good, the extra wrinkles from the frowning brow were engraved between her eyebrows, she looked at Corson, "Corson, I know you have a bit of a connection in the Southeast, now is the time to use them." Then he looked at James, "Lance, you're new." It doesn't matter how we're going to make it public when it's over, but I want to know the whole truth! So I need your objectivity, can you do that? ”

Before James could answer, Curson frowned, "Team leader, what do you mean?"

Donner didn't answer, waved his hand, and dispersed the two men.

Needless to explain, it is clearly stated that Chapman turned off the communication without responding to any dispatch, and with the testimony of the cashier at the convenience store, Chapman drank alcohol. The police are sensitive, especially when looking for motives. Chapman is his own man, and only newcomer James Lance can be objective.

When they left the police station, because it was a closed investigation, the two drove James's private car, but it was Curson who drove it. It's Cousson warning James, 'I'll have the final say. As for the reason, everyone should understand.

"Where are we going now?" said James, sitting in the passenger seat, in a bad mood. As soon as he left the police station, the information in his hand was snatched away by Corson, and he was never allowed to touch it again. James understood this childish behavior, but it didn't mean that he would be happy, "Go straight to the 'General'?" ”

Corson frowned, staring at the road ahead, and suddenly became angry, "What do you want to express!

James glanced sideways at his partner, the middle-aged man was also a little too sensitive in some ways. However, the team leader's words are too direct, informants are a very important hidden resource for police detectives, even in the matter of Seth, Corson didn't dare to let go of his hands, he didn't like to be broken, let alone his boss.

"I'm sorry. Corson moved his shoulders and tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if realizing his unreasonableness, "I just don't like this!"

James shook his head slightly, since the morning, he could actually feel that his partner's love was not good. Corson is not a gossip person, and asking about his love life is just a distraction for the detective. In terms of objectivity, Cowson, an old man who has been working at the Patton Police Department, is probably more objective than himself, but he doesn't want to accept his reasoning.

"We don't know anything yet, just speculation. James was trying to comfort him, and one morning he had heard many people around him talking about Chapman's family, reasoning that he had too, but he felt that Chapman, who had nothing to do with him, was too unworthy.

The words of comfort didn't work, and Corson glanced at James gloomily, "You have guessed too." Curson shook his head, please understand Curson's state of mind at this time. He took a deep breath and slurred his lips irritably, "Lance, isn't your informant also connected to the 'General'?

Corson's tone wasn't very good, "Don't think I didn't hear it, he was the one who came on the big phone call before! Grande, right? You're fast!"

James frowned, realizing what Curson had misunderstood. Because Chapman is a police officer, before the case is officially handed over to the two of them, the people in the police department are equivalent to using their own resources to investigate, which can be regarded as helping their colleagues, and the newcomer James is not so active, we all know that his mind is in Georgina.

James didn't like the accusations that he hadn't done, "Curson, I didn't know Chapman before today!

James is really angry, his personal affairs are not going well, and his official affairs are not going well, James is still a young man, and he will be angry if he is pressed. He pulled out the case information from under Corson's ass, "So I don't care what kind of person this Chapman is, how much you like him! For me, this is just a case that needs to be solved! So don't have an inexplicable love for me, I don't care! Guess or not, fact, do you want to solve the case! If you want, throw your love aside! Be professional!"

The corners of Curson's eyes twitched, and he glanced at James as he opened the information, then at the road ahead, then at James, and then at the road......

After a moment of silence, Corson pursed his lips, "You go and contact that Grande." What James said made sense, and Corson put aside the feelings in his heart and thought about it seriously, "I went directly to the 'General', there may be a conflict of interest, we don't know if it has anything to do with the gang, I'm worried that the 'General' will hide something." Your Grande is a third party, so it's more suitable. ”

James looked at Corson and thought for a while, although he didn't want to find Grande, he had to admit that Corson was thinking correctly.

Although everyone is extremely reluctant to suspect that Chapman's motives are not pure, if he is really looking for gangs, then it is difficult to judge the position of the 'General'. Going straight is obviously the best policy, and an unbiased third party is needed as an interface to pass messages between the two.

Is Grande fair? James didn't want to judge, but it seemed like the only way.

"Yes. Curson stretched out the end, holding the steering wheel in one hand and flipping through the information in James's hand with the other hand to find a photo of a patrol car, "Let's go here and see if we can find anything." ”

The patrol car in the photo is covered in blood and abandoned at the junction of the North and South districts. The place was undeveloped because of gangs to the north, and there were a large number of half-finished homes.

Oh, by the way, it's the gifted, missing half of the front tooth, where Walter lives. (To be continued)