"During this time, the people who came in and out of the house were the only people in the club."

Proctor didn't avoid Rebecca, and explained directly to Borden: "Be clean, as long as you have been to our house, don't let anyone go." ”

Borden reached for his glasses and nodded silently.

At noon, while Ethan was on patrol, a bicycle suddenly rushed out of the sidewalk next to him, causing him to hit the brakes in fright.

"I'm sorry, officer."

The kid on the bike knew he was in trouble and scratched his head to apologize to Ethan.

"It's okay, be careful when you cross the street in the future."

Unable to compete with an eight- or nine-year-old child, Ethan waved his hand and told him to ride away.

The little black boy nodded hurriedly and ran away with his bicycle.

Ethan shook his head and smiled, and was about to drive away, when he saw the bicycle in the little boy's hand, thought of something, and quickly turned the steering wheel.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed that they had forgotten one thing all along.

Procott could easily narrow down the informant based on the information on the search warrant.

He doesn't need to tell evidence to do things, and it's not difficult to kill a few strippers.

Ethan also remembered Miranda when he saw the bicycle just now, leaning against a children's bicycle on the wall next to her lawn.

He slammed on the gas pedal to give Miranda a warning.

The police car soon arrived near Miranda's house, and the single mother could be seen walking out of the house with a garbage bag in her hand.

At the same time, in the other direction, an Iveco also approached Miranda's residence at a rapid pace.

Miranda walked to the sidewalk and threw the bag in her hand into the trash can next to her.

She clapped her hands and pulled the keys out of her pocket.

There was a roar of cars ahead, and Miranda looked up.

Seeing Iveco oncoming, her face instantly turned pale, her fingers trembled, and the key fell on the sidewalk.

The man who drove the Iveco was all too familiar, with black-rimmed glasses and a bow tie.

This unattractive man who follows Procott all day and night is dedicated to doing dirty work for his boss, and she has seen Borden beat people more than once.

Yesterday I received the news that Procott had been arrested, and the other strippers took it as a joke, and no one thought that he would be locked up for too long.

Miranda vaguely felt that Procott's arrest should have something to do with her.

While she was happy, she couldn't help but be a little worried.

I wanted to call in sick today, but I was afraid that I would expose myself.

She could only go out to work hard, but as soon as she walked out of the door, she saw that horrible guy driving straight towards her.

Miranda wanted to run away with her legs open, but she was like a mouse being targeted by a cat, unable to move, and her body seemed to be frozen.

Just when she was desperate, a shrill siren sounded behind her.

Ethan also noticed the Iveco, but he didn't expect to meet Procot sending someone to kill him, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to think that Borden, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was just passing by.

The distance was too far away, and if Borden attacked suddenly, Miranda would surely die.

He had an idea, and quickly sounded the siren.

This piercing voice immediately attracted Borden's attention.

Borden turned his gaze away from Miranda and noticed a police car coming from the opposite side.

He gritted his teeth, didn't stop the car, and continued to press the accelerator.

The two cars passed by, and the eyes of the two people collided, and Ethan couldn't imagine what a person had gone through to have such a pair of eyes like a dead man.

Iveco turned a corner and disappeared at the end of the road.

When Ethan drove the police car to Miranda's side, she reacted, her feet went limp, and she sat down on the ground.

Just now, Miranda was already sweating profusely.

Ethan hurriedly got out of the car and helped her up, comforting:

"It's okay."

"Why did he come to me?" Miranda barely stood up and looked at Ethan in horror.

Ethan buckled his belt and said helplessly:

"There aren't many outsiders who can enter Procott's house, I think you must be in the range of his guess, but your reaction just now has confirmed that you are the informant."

"So what do I do now?" Miranda grabbed Ethan's arm tightly and said excitedly, "You can't leave it alone. ”

Ethan glanced inside the room: "Where's your child?" ”

"At the daycare center."

"Is it safe?"

"I didn't tell anyone at the club."

"That's good." Ethan thought for a moment and said:

"Although Proctor has been caught, his men are still there, and you can't stay in this place any longer."

Miranda gritted her teeth, she understood what Ethan meant: "Wait for me for three minutes." ”

With a few words, she walked briskly towards the house.

Ethan thought about it, took out his mobile phone and made a call, although it was said that Miranda made the decision, but people did help a lot, and they couldn't just watch it.

A few minutes later, Miranda sped out with a suitcase in tow.

Ethan stepped forward and helped her pick up her suitcase and put it away: "What about your house?" Do you need me to handle it for you? ”

"No, it's rented."

Miranda reluctantly looked at the place where she had lived for several years, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, she did not hesitate any longer, and simply turned around and got into the car.

Ethan escorted her all the way to the daycare center, where she waited for Miranda to pick up the baby and then go with her to the highway.

A blue pickup truck was parked at the intersection, and Hood leaned on the front of the car, holding a paper bag in his hand.

Ethan honked his horn for Miranda to stop, and pulled over to Hood.

Taking the paper bag from Hood's hand, he walked towards Miranda:

"Do you know where to go?"

Miranda rubbed the head of the little boy sitting in the passenger seat and squeezed out a smile: "I have a cousin in Chicago. ”

"Very well, don't come back again."

Ethan handed over the paper bag in his hand: "I can't do much, here are 20,000 dollars, it should be enough for you to settle down." ”

"Thanks, you're a good person." Miranda hesitated for a moment, but still took the money:

"Promise me to take Procot down."

Miranda waved goodbye, turned the steering wheel and drove the silver Nissan into the highway, quickly disappearing into the traffic.

Fortunately, he went in time, Ethan lit a cigarette and spit out a puff of smoke, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid.

Footsteps sounded next to him, and Ethan flicked down the ashes:

"I'll give it to you when I get back."

Now we can't do that kind of stupid thing about taking out tens of thousands of dollars from our bodies at every turn.

"No need."

Hood shook his head distressedly: "It's my negligence, not your words, I don't know what will happen to her." ”

"But what to say." Hood clasped his hands on his chest:

"I now have one more reason to deal with Procott."

"Speaking of which." Ethan kicked the pebbles at his feet: "Do you think Alex has a lot of hope there?" ”

(End of chapter)