381 My Department
"Understood."
Erin tossed a snack into her mouth.
Horstead met Hank's gaze and nodded.
"And there's that." Hank looked around, "We've been working together for two months now. β
"You all know my character, what's going on in this room, just let it stay here, I don't like having people in the office talking to the outside about our work, you know?"
"I don't care how other departments work, and it doesn't matter what department you're transferred from."
"This is BFI, it's my department."
"If something happens, you have to find me as soon as possible and report it to me."
Hank stretched out his index finger, touched the ground a few times, and said unceremoniously:
"So I can take care of you."
"If anyone dares to overstep my authority, I promise you that it will be the last time, and I will not hesitate to kick that person away."
There was silence at the scene, and Ethan noticed that the two patrolmen were clenching their fists nervously.
"Kim Burgess and Kevin Atwater from the Patrol Team, you all know each other."
Hank looked at the two patrol officers: "You will come to help tomorrow and cooperate with the work of the intelligence team, I will tell you the details tomorrow." β
"Tonight, no need to work overtime, everyone goes back to rest, and we have work to do tomorrow."
When this sentence was spoken, a smile appeared on everyone's face except for Ethan.
On the first day of work, the main thing is to get to know the people in the group.
Ethan leisurely looked at the case file they were investigating now, and soon it was time to get off work.
The others greeted him one after another and left the office.
"Bang bang."
Hank banged on his table, "Let's go, come to my house for dinner tonight, and Erin with you." β
"No need."
Ethan closed the folder: "It's too much trouble for you." β
"It's not a hassle at all."
Hank knocked on the table again and said earnestly, "I'm insisting. β
"He's a man who is as tough as a bull, and you better do what he says."
Erin also put on a maroon coat and walked over with a smile:
"And the macaroni he makes is so delicious, are you sure you don't want to try it?"
Ethan had no choice but to turn off the computer and pick up his coat:
"Then I'll bother you."
Walking out the front door of the police station, Hank pointed forward: "That black Cadillac SUV is mine, you just keep up, I'll drive slower." β
"No problem."
Ethan turned the keyring and walked towards his car.
Ten minutes later, three cars stopped in front of Hank's house, also a single-family house with a red brick faΓ§ade.
The Chicago houses he sees today seem to be in the same style, with basements, stairs up to the front door, and small gardens fenced with iron or wood.
"I didn't expect you to drive this kind of car, it doesn't look like your style."
After Erin got out of the car, she walked over and patted the hood of the Dodge Challenger: "Don't you think it's too old-fashioned?" β
"Just drive comfortably."
Ethan held up the whiskey that he had taken out of the space in advance: "Hank, I brought you some gifts, I hope you like it." β
"The Macallan?"
Looking at the number 18 on the package, before Hank could speak, Erin snatched the bottle: "I like it too." β
"Haha."
Hank smiled and spread his hand to Ethan: "This is Erin, she won't be polite to me." β
The three of them walked into the house together, and Ethan looked at it, it was the usual home furnishings, and the walls were covered with photos of his family, and Erin was also in the photos.
The house was empty, and Ethan asked:
"What about Mrs. Boitt?"
Erin winked at Ethan, but Hank said in a flat tone, "She's gone, my son is in prison, but he'll be out soon." β
"I'm sorry."
Ethan sat down on the couch and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry to hear that." β
"It's okay."
Hank waved his hand: "It's all over. β
Erin pursed her lips at Ethan and spread her hands.
"Now let's celebrate." Hank casually opened the whiskey and took out three glasses and poured them: "New friends, new life." β
"New friends, new life."
The three of them clinked glasses together and drank half a glass of whiskey in one gulp.
Ethan and Hank's faces did not change, and Erin was so angry with the smell of alcohol that she wrinkled her face.
"Alright."
Hank put down his cup and rubbed his hands:
"Let's talk, I'll make dinner for you."
As he walked towards the kitchen, the scene became quiet, after all, Ethan and Erin had only known each other for a few hours, so they couldn't help but feel a little inhibited.
Ethan poured her a drink and quietly watched a football game on TV.
"Look at you, did you just come to Chicago?"
Erin broke the silence and looked at Ethan next to her.
Horstead in the intelligence group is also a handsome guy, but compared to the man next to him who is watching TV intently, it is still a little less interesting.
"Chicago at noon today."
Ethan smiled at her and raised his glass to take a sip.
"Where do you live?" Hank's voice came from the kitchen, and he asked hoarsely, "Do you want to stay with me for a few days?" β
"Hank, you look like that."
Erin shook her head and smiled, "It makes me wonder if he saved your life." β
"No, you don't."
Ethan gave his address to the kitchen and digressed the subject: "I'll buy some futon in the evening, it's convenient." β
"That place, I remember there are no apartments, right?"
Erin took a sip of wine and brushed her long, fluffy hair behind her ears.
"It's not an apartment, it's about the same as Hank's house here."
"You live alone?"
"That's right."
As a police detective, Erin is very familiar with the surrounding neighborhoods, knows the address Ethan said, and the security and environment are very good in all aspects.
The housing prices there, it is estimated that there is not much left after his salary is paid rent.
But then, it was a personal question, so she didn't ask any more questions, and pressed her curiosity to watch TV.
After dinner, Ethan quickly said goodbye to the two of them.
Navigating to the nearest IKEA and buying a cart full of household items, he drove home.
Clean the whole house again and put everything you have bought on it.
It's been two busy days with the drive.
Tomorrow is about to usher in his first case in Chicago, he did not go out to find nightlife, after a half-hour bath in the bathtub, he went to bed early.
The next day, in the morning.
The alarm woke him up, and Ethan yawned and lifted the new bedding.
Birds jumped on the canopy outside the window, and the early morning sun shone on the red roof opposite.
The scenery in front of you is no longer the familiar surface of the lake.
After a moment's pause, he got out of bed, put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom.
Thanks to the shopkeeper for the reward. Thank you
(End of chapter)