Ethan nodded, then looked into Miranda's eyes.

"What about you?"

Miranda's eyes dodged, "I don't understand what you mean." ”

Ethan tapped lightly on the table and asked in a deep voice, "You said that the girls were afraid of Procott and wouldn't tell us anything. ”

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Procott's power is too strong, he controls almost everything here." Miranda slowly pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Not everything, at least not me." Ethan smiled, threw the cigarette case directly in front of her, and continued:

"What about you?"

Miranda took out her cigarette, took the lighter and lit it, she was silent for a while, and then spoke:

"I'm just myself, and I'm not a toy that anyone controls."

"I'm a single mom with kids to take care of, I need money, but I can't do anything else but work at the Sava Gentlemen's Club."

Ethan nodded in understanding.

There are many like her, in fact, on Lao Mei's side, although the stripper's job content is not very serious, it is indeed a serious job.

There are even some female students who are admitted to college, because they can't afford the high fees, choose to work in a strip club to earn tuition, and this kind of thing happens from time to time.

Miranda picked up the cup and took a sip of water, and said in a dry voice:

"After working at the Sava Gentlemen's Club for a while, he called me to his house, and I have been doing so until now, four times a Wednesday."

"Every time he would make us wear those Amish headscarves and treat us like playthings."

Ethan understood what she meant, but at this time he could only ask expressionlessly:

"Did he pay you?"

"Yes, but he said it was a gift."

I didn't expect Proctor to do things so well, he asked with a strong spirit:

"What if you don't agree to his request?"

Miranda's breathing became heavier and she pinched off the cigarette in her hand.

"Anyone who refused his request was fired, and he forced his daughter to me."

"The strong girl has me many times, and I can only be forced to accept that I need to make money and need to support my children."

"Calm down."

Ethan hurriedly reassured her, "I didn't comment on you, you didn't do anything wrong, it was Proct who coerced you, but we can't arrest him for these things you said." ”

A serious stripper is a dancer, and most of them can only be seen but not used.

It is also a job for others to work at the club, and it is illegal for Procott to use his position to coerce them, but he gives money, and it becomes a transaction.

Proctor also declared that the money given was a gift, and in this way, it became an act of willingness.

That alone can't help him at all.

Miranda clasped her nails vigorously and said with a look of resentment:

"If I give you some useful information, can you guarantee that he will be sent to prison?"

Ethan spread his hands: "It depends on what information you provide?" ”

Miranda asked hesitantly, "Do you need me to testify in court then?" ”

"You know I have children, I can't testify in court, before your police arrested Procott, all the people who testified in court disappeared."

"I don't even know what you're going to say."

Ethan shook his head helplessly and took out his phone, "You wait a minute, someone can give you this answer." ”

After the text message was sent, it didn't take long for Hood to push open the partition door and walk in.

Ethan stood up and greeted him, telling him what was going on, and Hood walked over to Miranda and sat down.

He scratched his head, looked at Miranda and said seriously:

"Your name is Miranda, right?"

"I'm Sheriff of the Banshee Town Police Department, Lucas Hood."

"If you have enough information to send Proctor to prison, I promise you that I will do everything I can to keep you out of the situation and do everything I can to keep you safe."

Miranda looked at him, then turned to Ethan, who was standing aside.

Ethan approached, put his hand on her shoulder, and looked her in the eye.

"I promise you that I won't let you and your child have an accident."

Miranda picked up the water cup in front of her, drank the water in one go, and then squeezed the disposable water cup with both hands.

"There's a man who is a patron of the club."

"I used to date him a lot, he was Procott's subordinate, and he was in charge of transporting goods to Procott."

"When the man was drinking, he would often brag about working for Procott."

"I once heard him mention that Procott has a place dedicated to making pills, and the making, packing, and shipping all take place there."

Hood's eyes lit up, this was Procout's workshop of dominance.

He and Ethan looked at each other, and immediately stood up, propping his hands on the table, "Do you know his name?" ”

Miranda said slowly, "Matt Sharp. ”

"Thank you, you've helped us a lot." Hood said excitedly.

"Remember what you promised me, I don't want to hear my name appear in this matter." Miranda stood up with her satchel in her hand and continued to Hood:

"Do what you're supposed to do, get Proctor to jail."

"Don't worry, I will."

Hood sat down and lit a cigarette.

"Wait a minute." Ethan saw Miranda walking out and quickly stopped her.

"Anything else?"

"I'm going out with you, for your safety."

Miranda reacted at this time, and quickly stopped, and after Ethan stepped forward and grabbed her arm, the two walked out together.

Pushing Miranda into the makeshift detention room, Ethan called another stripper out and continued the interrogation.

As soon as Miranda was interrogated, the interrogation was stopped, and fools knew that there was something wrong with her.

The rest of the work was over as planned, and Procott's lawyer quickly arrived at the police station.

Hood had already gotten the key clues, didn't dwell too much with him, and simply let everyone go.

After the arrests were all gone, the police station returned to its usual quiet.

Faced with a dozen strippers busy all night, everyone was dizzy.

Brock picked up a cup of coffee from the coffee machine, slumped in his seat, and held the notebook aloft in his hand.

"I don't have anything to gain here, most of the people claim to be unaware of Procout's buying of silver, they're just dancing in the club."

"Other smart people didn't even admit it until the lawyer arrived."

Emmett also raised his arms and said in a dull voice, "Me too." ”

Siobhan raised his hand, "I'm the same here, no gain." ”

After Siobhan finished speaking, the office area fell silent, except for the sound of a lighter and smoke rising from the sound of a lighter.

Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke and picked up his coffee cup.

The sound of chairs moving quickly sounded, and Siobhan and the others stood up one after another, their eyes blazing at Ethan.

(End of chapter)