Stopping at the police station's parking lot, Ethan glanced back at Cheton.

He was honest all the way, and he didn't make any moths.

Of course, this also has to do with Emmett sitting next to him and the taser in his hand.

"White boy, what are you looking at me and trying to do?"

Cheton looked at him expressionlessly, reached out and dipped a little blood on the unhealed wound in front of him, and then put his finger in his mouth and licked it.

Ethan took off his seat belt, frowned, and said:

"Don't do it again, it's unhygienic, it's not fierce at all, and it looks like you're stupid."

Cheton's movements on his hands stalled, his face flushed with a few scars, he stared at Ethan, and said angrily:

"I remember, white boy."

"Don't fall in love with me."

Ethan replied casually, then got out of the car, opened the back door, and said to Cheton, who seemed to be able to breathe fire in his eyes:

"Hurry up and move your ass and get out of my car."

Cheton bit his cheek and moved out of the car, his burly body standing tall and taller than Ethan.

On the upper half of his body, which was covered in Indian tattoos, there were scars and oval gunshot wound scars all over the place.

A few pedestrians passing by saw Cheton's appearance, as if they had encountered a fierce beast, and hurriedly quickened their pace to leave.

On the other side, Brock also pressed Cheton's younger brother Tommy Ritstone to get out of the car.

Tommy Ritstone's figure is actually not small, but compared to his brother, he is like a child.

After Emmett got out of the car, the two walked into the police station with Cheton's arm twisted.

Ethan didn't notice that on the bench opposite the police station, a young man in a denim jacket with messy blond hair was staring at Hood.

The young man, shaking his legs, gulped on the cigarette in his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he dropped the cigarette butt, stepped on it, picked up the army-green bag at his feet, and walked across the road to the police station.

Ethan said hello to Alma, then wheeled Cheton into the makeshift detention cell next to his desk.

At this point, there were a few more Amish in the police station who had come to provide clues, and Hood beckoned Siobhan and Emmett to take notes, and then glanced at Ethan.

Ethan nodded, and Brock escorted Tommy Ritstone into the sheriff's office.

"You and Brock are here to ask him, hurry up, I'll ask Cheton."

Hood whispered a few words to him and walked out of the office.

Ethan locked the door, pressed Tommy directly to the chair on the desk, and then sat on the desk with Brock, looking at him condescendingly, creating psychological pressure on him.

Tommy panicked when he was watched, and quickly said, "What do you want to do?" ”

Ethan took the deer hunting knife he had just captured from Cheton's hand, and slowly shaved his nails, the sharp blade shining brightly, and Tommy's legs trembled.

"I didn't kill Lana." He said with a flustered look in his eyes.

"Where were you last night?" Ethan stopped and looked at him.

Tommy stiffened his neck and said, "I was drinking with a few friends last night, you can bring my friends over and they can testify for me." ”

Brock clasped his hands to his chest, "Based on what we know, you once sent threatening emails to Lana. ”

"So what, I sent her a few emails, and that doesn't mean I killed her."

Tommy excitedly waved his handcuffed hands, "Why don't you guys go find that Amish bastard." ”

At this moment, Ethan saw through the blinds Gordon and a delicate black woman in a standard suit hurrying in.

Ethan put down his knife, looked at Brock, and stepped up his interrogation.

Moments later, the glass door of the sheriff's office was slammed.

Alex Langcid, the chief of the Chino tribe, didn't know when he also arrived at the police station, and he looked inside with an annoyed expression.

"Hurry up and open this damn door."

Alex's angry voice could be heard through the door, and Ethan had to stand up and walk over.

"Shet, what do you think you're doing, Tommy Ritterstone is only 17 years old, you're interrogating a minor without a request, not to mention that you don't have the right to arrest him at all."

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Alex yelling at Hood next to him.

After speaking, he shouted impatiently into the office, "Tommy, you don't have to tell them anything, this funny interrogation will end for me at once." ”

"Let's go, come back with me."

Unexpectedly, they reacted so quickly, Brock touched the corners of his mouth, and then opened the handcuffs.

Alex pulled Tommy out, and the beautiful black woman he had just seen hurriedly followed, she was constantly explaining something to Alex.

"Who is this?" Ethan asked curiously.

"Alison Madin, the new acting district attorney, she was Gordon's former assistant, and now Gordon is the acting mayor, so she was put up."

After Hood sighed, he continued to ask:

"How's the questioning work for Tommy?"

"It's too short a time to get any useful information, and based on his reaction, it shouldn't have been him," Brock said. ”

At this time, the new acting district attorney Alison Maidin stepped on high heels and walked over with an overbearing momentum, and she said with an unhappy face:

"You have no right to trespass into the territory of the Chino tribe and treat them roughly, and if the investigation of this case is affected by this illegal arrest, Sheriff Hood, this responsibility is yours."

Hood looked at Gordon, who was standing not far away, and then unceremoniously pushed back.

"If you want to trouble me, you can do whatever you want, but while you are calling the shots in the office, it is me and my people who are out there trying to find the murderer."

Alison Medin looked at Hood, who had a wound on his forehead, and was already standing next to Brock, whose mouth was swollen high, and pursed his mouth, and the scene was silent.

Ethan then looked at Cheton, who was sitting in the detention cell, and opened his mouth to break the deadlock.

"Didn't Alex take Cheton with him?"

Alison paced, her heels clattering on the ground, and she spoke:

"Cheton Ritterstone has two wanted warrants in Jefferson County next door, and Alex welcomes us to take him out, and you guys transfer him to the Jefferson Police Department tomorrow."

"What happened today, Alex promised me just now, he won't pursue it any further, and you guys will pay attention to some procedures for me to do things later."

After Alison finished speaking, she glared at Hood, and then walked out of the police station with Gordon on her slender legs.

"Well, it's the best outcome." Brock lifted his belt and sat down in his seat.

Siobhan and Emmett, who were standing next to them, also breathed a sigh of relief and continued their work.

After all, this arrest operation is completely illegal, and if Alex wants to trouble them, no one can hide from it, and the responsibility is just a matter of size.

(End of chapter)