In the noisy scene, Alex's gaffe was not conspicuous.

Still, Ethan was keenly observant, and he couldn't help but think back to what Jenny had said to him that night.

"Procott had a verbal agreement with the previous chief to expropriate plots and settle troubles, and in exchange for the casino having a certain stealth stake in him."

"Dan and Alex privately agreed to work together to kick Procott out."

Connecting these things together, Ethan shook his head directly, Mayor Kendall was pecked instead of playing eagle, and wanted to clear Procott out of the game, but I didn't expect Proctor to directly end the field, see how you play.

Alex quickly came to his senses, closed his mouth a few times, but finally didn't say anything, and hurriedly left the new casino construction site with a group of people.

Looking at Kendall lying on the ground, Ethan also had a sense of crisis in his heart.

He and Procott are not without conflicts, and this morning they clashed with him because of Rebecca.

At the very least, you should raise the security level of your residence, and you can't just come and show up outside your house.

Afterwards, the Banshee Town Police Department and the Chino Police Department also came to the door to question Procott, but unfortunately, accompanied by a lawyer, Proctor showed his innocence with a perfect alibi.

As for why Mayor Kendall came to the Chino tribe alone to build a new casino, it has also become a secret for a few people in the town.

The news of Dan Kendall's death, like that gust of wind, suddenly blew up and then quietly stopped.

......

A few days later, the Banshee Town High School Football Stadium.

In the middle of the pitch, it has been arranged for a solemn occasion.

On one side of the wooden platform erected in front of him, a portrait of Dan Kendall was placed, and on the other side, the bearded Gordon Hopewell looked at Carly in the crowd with a complicated expression, and slowly spoke:

"It's hard to put into words how we feel at this moment, in an explosion the other day, we lost a young and promising mayor...

Ethan was dressed in uniform and sat in the crowd with his colleagues from the Banshee Town Police Department.

As Gordon spoke, he looked ahead, unexpectedly Proctor had come to Kendall's memorial.

In the crowd below, everyone sat together in a dense group.

Strangely, a circle of seats around Procott was vacant.

However, there was no pressure in him at all, and Procott sat calmly, watching Gordon speak intently.

Hood, who was already recovering from his injuries next to him, bumped him on the arm, and Ethan looked in the direction Hood had reminded him again.

On the other side, Alex Langcid, the chief of the Chino tribe, was completely distracted from Gordon, staring at Procott with a gloomy expression and a fire in his eyes.

Alex has had a very hard time these days, the casino that he raised a lot of money from the tribe to build was blown up, and the partner he found also died.

Now that the time for the casino to resume construction is far away, he is overwhelmed by the questions of the tribal commissioners.

Carly looked at Gordon standing on top with her hands on her chest, her oversized sunglasses covering her eyes, and outsiders couldn't tell what she was thinking.

She looked at Gordon for a moment, then turned back, and Hood could feel Carly's gaze fall on her, and the two of them parted, and Hood looked up at the blue sky and white clouds behind the wooden platform, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gordon noticed Carly's movements, paused slightly, and continued.

"How are they doing now?"

Siobhan, who was on the side, tugged Ethan's arm and leaned into his ear and asked.

Ethan's ears were itched by the warm breath, and he couldn't help rubbing his earlobes with his hands, Hood's hearing was amazing, and when he looked sideways, Siobhan immediately sat upright.

"Jenny, on behalf of myself, my office, and all the townspeople of Banshee Town, I join you in mourning the loss of Dan Kendall."

Gordon finished speaking, and after a sigh, he stepped off the podium with heavy steps.

The memorial service was over, and when the people in front of him had almost dispersed, Ethan stepped forward with the people from the Banshee Town Police Department.

Jenny was tired of dealing with everyone's words of mourning, and she looked very lonely in a black dress.

"Mrs. Kendall, it's a pity."

"Thank you."

Ethan shook hands with Jenny, and in her eyes, there was not much sadness, more tiredness and even a hint of relief.

After the memorial service ended, not long after returning to the police station, the group came to the Banshee Town Court with solemn expressions.

Informed that a special agent from FBI headquarters has arrived in Banshee Town and will inquire about a series of previous matters.

Inside the courtroom, the crowd stood in dispersion

Gordon and Carly also came to the scene, feeling the directly eerie atmosphere between them and Hood, and everyone was silent.

It didn't take long for the wooden door to be pushed open.

A gray-haired, thin-faced FBI agent walked in with a stack of papers, followed by Dean Xavier.

The emaciated-looking F.B.I. agent flipped through the papers in his hand, shouted his name, and walked over to his counterpart for a second or two.

In his slightly cloudy eyes, a ray of fine light flashed from time to time, and as he approached, a thick smoke also forced over, this is an old smoking gun that has not left his hand for decades.

He continued to flip through the papers, when the movement of his hands suddenly stopped.

"Lucas Hood"

Hood turned around and nodded, staring at the photo on the file for two seconds before glancing up at Hood and scrolling down.

"Carly Hopewell"

Hearing her name be mentioned, Carly stepped forward, and the agent looked at Carly with a meaningful smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Special Agent Jim Racine, and you've all seen the people standing behind me."

Racine took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, turning back, "By the way, what's your name?" ”

Dean Xavier

Dean Xavier folded his hands in front of him, and with a hint of embarrassment, he leaned over and whispered.

"Yes, Agent Xavier, you're all acquainted, I'll tell you about the next process, it's a closed hearing, and you all need to take the oath and give testimony."

Racine shrugged his shoulders indifferently and flicked the cigarette ash away, "After all, everyone knows that what you say after holding down the Bible and swearing is true and credible. ”

Seeing that everyone else was expressionless, he smiled and continued:

"You all have the right to demand the presence of a lawyer, and I warn you that if anyone does, it will immediately be met with my obvious and persistent suspicion."

Racine looked around and no one spoke.

"I know that your mayor has recently suffered an unfortunate explosion, so I called the District Attorney over today to serve as a witness to the hearing."

"As for his relationship with Carly Hopwell, the subject of this case."

Racine threw away the cigarette butt, stepped on the wooden floor, and took out another cigarette, "Since this is a small town and everyone knows each other, I won't bother with this." ”

"If that's all right, let's get our little party started."