242 is a bastard
The eyes of the two groups collided with each other, and they were filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Hoodpi greeted with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Procott." ”
"It's a nice day, sheriff."
Procott glanced back and forth, and nodded with the same smile.
But his voice changed again: "Accusing me of illegal possession of weapons, is this what you can do?" ”
Hood clasped his hands to his chest and smiled:
"Don't worry, of course it's not just that, I'll keep an eye on you until I find evidence that you killed Alex."
Ethan keenly noticed that when it came to killing Alex, Rebecca scratched the corner of her skirt without a trace.
"I believe you have this opportunity, besides, don't talk nonsense, be careful that I sue you for slander."
Procott's fingers rubbed together, and a smug look appeared on his face:
"But then again, I want to thank you, it was you who locked me up and gave me a perfect alibi."
Hood pursed his lips, stopped talking nonsense with him, and missed walking towards the police station.
Proctor saw several of them in uniform leave, and the smile on his face disappeared, and he walked towards the restaurant with a straight face.
Back at the police station, Siobhan said angrily:
"Sooner or later, we'll arrest him again."
Brock came over with coffee: "Who are you talking about?" ”
"I just met Proctor outside." Ethan pulled out a chair and sat down, turning on the computer.
Brock first looked outside, then sat down: "There's no need to be angry about this kind of thing, I've been there too many times. ”
"At least after this incident, when he wants to do anything, he doesn't dare to be too unscrupulous."
After a brief morning meeting, they began today's patrol.
After killing the rabbit, Hood became more and more comfortable in doing things, and became more and more like a sheriff.
At night, Ethan was on duty at the police station, and he was using his computer to collect information about the Chino tribe when the alarm phone rang.
He moved his chair and picked up the phone:
"Hello, Banshee Town Police Department."
"Is Brock there?" A woman's voice came over the phone, a little drunk.
Ethan looked up to the side, where Brock was nibbling on a doughnut.
"This is Ethan Morgan, do you need any help?"
He didn't hand Brock the phone, but asked.
There was a pause on the other side: "Hi Ethan, I've heard your name, I'm Emily, you should know who I am." ”
"Of course, please wait."
Ethan put down the pen to record the message and handed the earpiece to Brock:
"Emily looking for you."
Brock hurriedly patted the debris off his body, wiped his hands with a tissue, and took the earpiece.
Emily is Brock's ex-wife, and the two disagree over Brock's work, and eventually end the marriage by Emily's cheating.
The police station is also two or three kittens, and except for Hood, the family life of several other people knows each other very well.
I just don't know when Brock and Emily will get together again.
After a moment of hesitation, Brock hung up the phone:
"Emily called the police, a stranger appeared near the house, I'll go over and take a look."
Ethan didn't raise his head: "Remember to bring a cover." ”
"You're a jerk."
Brock drained his cup of coffee, glared at Ethan, and walked out of the police station with his belt in hand.
While he was busy, his phone rang again.
Unlock the screen with a message from Nora.
She said Alex's widow had mentioned a tribal commissioner named Thompson, whose name Alex had been mentioning a lot lately, and that the two seemed to be on good terms.
Ethan moves the mouse to find the previous file information.
He snapped a picture of his phone against the computer screen and sent it to Nora.
After a while, the phone rang again.
Nora showed her sister-in-law the photo and confirmed that the person on it was Thompson.
He put down his phone, tapped his fingers on the table, and looked at the computer, this Thompson was the Chino Tribal commissioner who had been nearly kidnapped by Procott.
Ethan and Siobhan save him, his mistress, and their children, and the kidnappers later clash with Kate Moody, who lost her life for a dog.
It was because of that incident that Hood and Procott officially faced each other.
However, Ethan remembers that this Thompson was targeted by Procott because he wanted to vote to remove Alex, and wanted to make an example of him.
When did Thompson become Alex's cronie again, it must have changed too quickly.
Guessing doesn't work, so let's just ask.
Ethan remembered that Thompson had given him a business card, rummaged through a drawer for a while, and sure enough, he found it.
The phone rang a few times and was answered.
"This is Thompson, who called me?"
Ethan put his legs on the table and played with the pen in his hand: "Good evening, Mr. Thompson, I'm Ethan Morgan, do you have any impressions?" ”
After a moment of silence on the other side, Thompson tentatively asked:
"Officer?"
"That's right." Seeing that the other party finally remembered himself, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief.
Thompson's tone was also much more polite: "I don't know what you are looking for me?" ”
Ethan asked dryly, "Is it convenient to talk in person?" ”
Thompson hesitated for a while, although he said that he didn't know what to do with himself, but the other party had saved his life, and he still agreed.
The two agreed to meet at his mistress's house half an hour later.
Ethan hung up his phone and called Nora again, and it wasn't long before the roar of a car rang out outside the police station.
His Dodge Challenger braked sharply before coming to a halt next to the door.
Nora pushed the door open, and she was wearing a brown leather jacket, skinny jeans, and a pair of combat boots.
Walking into the police station, she took off her sunglasses and looked at the layout inside:
"I don't know what's so good about this place that can make you so nostalgic."
"If it weren't for this place, it wouldn't be easy for you to get in touch with Thompson." Ethan tapped her waist: "Can you pull up the zipper of your leather jacket a little, so that people can see that you are carrying two guns." ”
"It's okay, these two guns have concealed gun licenses."
Nora waved her hand indifferently and sat down on Ethan's table, "So, you've already contacted Thompson, right?" ”
Ethan nodded helplessly, looked at his watch, the time was about the same, and moved the mouse to turn off the computer.
"I was right."
Nora laughed and swiped the tips of her boots over his shoulders.
Ethan reached out and grabbed it, easily carried Nora to his shoulder, and walked to the side to turn off the light.
"Let go of me."
Nora still wanted to struggle, but was slapped twice by Ethan and suddenly became honest.
It's amazing how resilient it is.
Ethan smacked his mouth, squeezed hard, and put her down.
Nora glared at him vigorously and walked towards the car with her hips twisted.
(End of chapter)