Hearing all this from Miranda, Burgess's fingers turned white.

She took Miranda's hand and whispered comforting:

"Sorry to hear that."

"Is that why you didn't dare tell me before?" Ethan picked up the beer bottle and took a big sip: "You know I'm not afraid of those people. ”

"I know you're not afraid."

Miranda said in a trance: "But I'm afraid, you're alone, I don't know what you can do." ”

"Those people are very cruel, and there are many people like me."

"There was a time when someone wanted to rebel, and her child, who was beaten to death, in front of us people."

"It's just trying to warn us not to try to do anything."

She shook her head and said, "You're a good person, I can't hurt you." ”

Ethan silently grabbed the bottle, and after a while, he said in a muffled voice, "So you just told me to leave." ”

"Hmm."

Miranda's eyes were red, and she said emotionally, "But you're a police detective in Chicago now, if you can do something, can you help me get Danny back." ”

"As long as he's alive and well, I don't care."

"I haven't seen him in a month, my God, I don't know how he's doing now."

"Don't worry."

Ethan put down the beer bottle and said seriously, "I'll definitely help you get Danny out." ”

He and Burgess looked at each other with solemn expressions.

Using children to transport unique products, which is done by people, they can easily avoid the attention of law enforcement officers, which is a good choice for traffickers.

But organized coercion and killing at every turn are no longer ordinary traffickers.

"Now, tell me everything you know."

Ethan reached out and motioned for Burgess to take her notebook, "I need you for this time to get Danny and the other kids safely. “

He gritted his teeth: "Keep going with your work, as usual." ”

"Can you do this for Danny's sake?"

"Yes, I'll leave everything to you." Miranda clenched her fists and told her all she had learned.

Ethan recorded all the clues, added Miranda's social account to facilitate contact, and asked her to send a photo of Danny to herself.

Looking at the cute little boy with a cute smile on his phone, he pursed his lips.

Tearing off the piece of paper from the notebook and stuffing it into his pocket, Ethan took out two hundred dollars and handed it to Miranda: "I'll send you back first." ”

"I'll take care of the rest."

"Thank you."

Miranda held the money in her hand and said hesitantly, "This money." ”

"Don't worry, I'm a rich man."

Ethan showed a hint of a smile: "If you don't take this money, how will you explain it when you go back." ”

Thinking of those people's methods, Miranda shuddered and hurriedly put the money away.

Seeing her like this, Ethan gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for a few months, a glamorous stripper was tossed so that she was not human, ghost, or ghost.

Ethan looked at Burgess, "Do you need me to send you?" ”

"If it's not troublesome." Burgess nodded.

At this time, Atwater no longer knew where to go on patrol, and it was better to be able to take a ride than to take a taxi.

"Let's go, then."

After settling the bill, the three of them walked out of the restaurant together.

Three blocks from where Miranda got in the car, put Burgess down and told her to wait first.

"You're the same as usual."

Ethan stopped the car, reached over and put his arm around Miranda, leaned into her ear and said, "Pretend to be tired, don't get excited, don't get excited." ”

"Stay hopeful."

"Even if you're in hell, I'm going to pull you out."

Miranda grabbed his hand tightly, kissed him on the cheek, and got out of the car as usual.

In the eyes of others, this is a manifestation of unfinished business.

Miranda walked wearily into the shadows, and the dim streetlights shone on her, giving birth to a ray of hope.

Back where Burgess had been put down, she was leaning against a lamppost, playing with a can in boredom.

Ethan pulled over, lowered the window, and lit a cigarette.

"Bang."

The door closed, and Burgess looked inside the car with some restraint.

The interior of the Dodge Challenger has been refurbished and not as old-school as expected, and the corresponding electronic settings are complete.

The leather seats are much more comfortable than the Victoria Crown.

The interior of the car was clean and tidy, except for the smell of inferior perfume left by Miranda just now, there was only a faint smell of tobacco.

"Where are you going?"

Not hearing Burgess speak, Ethan glanced at her.

"Oh."

Burgess fiddled his fingers and said nervously, "You can just send me back to the police station." ”

"Okay."

Ethan nodded and started the vehicle.

The night breeze quickly poured in, carrying away the smell of perfume.

Ethan flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground and was blown to the side of the road by the wind.

It was still twenty minutes away from the police station, and Burgess peeked at Ethan, who was driving seriously, and cleared his throat:

"Actually, you're a good person."

"Stop."

Ethan pressed down on the car CD, and classic rock music played.

He looked at Burgess, "What you said, where I came, is a curse. ”

"Walter?"

Burgess's eyebrows furrowed, "What kind of curse is this?" ”

"Just a joke."

Ethan rubbed his ears: "Don't care, why do you say I'm a good person?" ”

"You don't look like someone who needs to go to the street girl, do you?" Burgess snapped his fingers: "You saw a friend on the side of the road who you didn't know very well, and you wanted to help her." ”

"You must value your friends very much."

"When you encounter difficulties, you will find a way to help, what is this not a good person?"

"It must be a very happy thing to be your friend."

Burgess smiled: "You're not actually such a jerk as you appear, Miranda is lucky to know you." ”

"Please be aware of who you are, Officer Burgess."

Ethan lowered his face and said in a deep voice: "Are you calling me a bastard?" ”

"I'm sorry."

Burgess hurriedly waved his hand: "I didn't mean that." ”

She was about to explain something, but found that the corners of Ethan's mouth were upturned, and she was snickering silently, and immediately gritted her teeth in anger and said, "You are really a bastard." ”

Ethan smiled and turned to look at her, "Tonight's thing." ”

"Don't worry, I know the secrecy."

Burgess pursed his lips and looked at the CD player, "Whose song is this?" ”

"Paul McEttney."

Ethan replied casually: "Yesterday, haven't you heard of it?" ”

"Nope." Burgess's attention shifted again: "What are you going to do about this?" ”

"What else can I do?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and gripped the steering wheel tightly with his palms: "Do what we do best." ”

Returning Burgess to the police station, he looked at his watch and drove home.

(End of chapter)