Pratt looked at the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

"I'll help you retouch the picture later, the effect is absolutely fine."

"That's pretty much it." Ethan looked indifferent.

He is handsome, and he looks good no matter how he shoots.

"It's up to you two." Pratt looked at Atwater and Burgess, who had been standing outside the reception desk.

"This is to take a picture of the new ID, hey, hurry."

Pratt's patient appearance just now surprised Atwater slightly, and it seems that she is in a good mood today.

He quickly took off his coat and threw it to Burgess.

The old photo has been hanging for so long, it's time to change to a more handsome image.

Atwater rubbed his hands together and stepped forward excitedly.

Without guidance, he automatically and consciously stood in the position he had just placed and assumed a majestic posture.

"Wait for my instructions."

Pratt reached for the shutter: "I'll count to three." ”

"Okay."

Atwater moved his facial muscles quickly to make himself more relaxed.

"Three."

Pratt quickly pressed the shutter and clicked, preserving Atwater's image just now.

"Are you serious?"

Atwater was on the spot: "I'm not ready!! ”

"Don't worry."

Pratt saw the crooked-mouthed Atwater appear on the camera screen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Good shot, you will be satisfied." ”

Satisfied with the ghost~

Atwater's black face was even darker now, and he held back the crazy spit in his heart and stepped forward quickly:

"Please, sheriff, let me take a look."

"Don't look at it."

Pratt waved his hand and said, "Just leave it to me." ”

Atwater wants to cry without tears, why is the treatment so different.

"Burgess."

Ethan shook his head at her, "I have something here, come with me." ”

Burgess, who had witnessed the whole process, had become desperate that she didn't want her picture to appear in front of others for months.

She was overjoyed to hear Ethan's shouts.

"It's okay, you go!"

Seeing that it was Ethan, Pratt had to temporarily suppress the bad taste, and she waved her hand to let Burgess go.

As Ethan and Burgess walked to the side, Atwater was still begging for mercy.

When he came to the staircase, the footsteps behind him were still following him.

Ethan turned his head and raised an eyebrow and said:

"What are you doing with me? Hurry up and put on makeup! ”

"Oh!"

Only then did Burgess react and quickly walked to the side.

"Thank you!"

She had barely taken a few steps before she turned around and thanked her with great gratitude.

Ethan shook his head and pressed the combination lock.

Pratt is not a bad person, but he has some bad tastes and likes to trick the patrolmen under her.

When I came to the Chase room, I hadn't arrived yet.

As soon as Ethan sat down, he saw Erin hurrying upstairs and coming straight for him.

"Hey, calm down."

Thinking that he slipped away ahead of schedule last night and was angry that he didn't send her back, Ethan hurriedly explained:

"She took the initiative, I wanted to wait for you."

"What are you talking about?"

Erin thought of something, stared at him fiercely, and then asked, "Did you see Hank?" ”

"Ahem!"

Ethan coughed, "No." ”

It's also strange that when he comes to the Chase room in the morning, Hank always sits in the sheriff's office.

Now it's not just yesterday, he's not here today.

Could it be that there is another big case, Ethan cast a puzzled look at the empty office.

"I was asked to take a taxi home last night, and I'll settle accounts with you later." Erin put down a cruel sentence and walked downstairs again, looking preoccupied.

Rusek's shoulders twitched, and he was snickering silently.

Ethan crumpled the paper ball and smashed it on his head, and then he was honest.

After a while, Hank led the way upstairs, leaving a few people behind.

I thought there was a big case, but unexpectedly, Hank walked straight into the office and closed the door.

Everyone else returned to their seats as usual, busy with their work.

Only Erin's eyebrows were still tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Ethan."

It wasn't long before the door to the sheriff's office opened a crack and Hank beckoned to him.

As soon as he entered, Hank closed the door and pulled up the blinds.

On the ashtray next to the tabletop, a wisp of green smoke rose from half a cigarette.

"Sit down!"

Hank shook out a cigarette and handed it to him, then picked up the half of it and took a deep breath.

Seeing his solemn look, Ethan also silently lit a cigarette.

Hank pulled out a small instrument from a drawer, in the shape of a disc.

He flipped the switch on it, and the green light flashed and flashed.

"It was a small gift from Phillips."

Hank exhaled heavily: "The FBI's latest product, to prevent small-scale eavesdropping." ”

He took out another file bag from his coat and pulled out a few photos from it.

"This man's name is Frank Fitoli."

Hank tapped on one of the photographs, which showed a middle-aged white man lying on the grass with a hole in his head.

He moved another photograph of three or four white men, chatting together.

"This is Alessio, the head of the Italian gang."

"Fitoli is his old rival."

The man Hank was pointing at was standing in the middle, holding a coffee cup in his hand, and his black hair was slightly bald.

His fingers moved, pointing at a man standing next to the bald man.

"Joe Catalano."

Before Hank could speak, Ethan said the horse-faced man's name.

Hank looked at Ethan in surprise, "How did you meet him?" ”

"He's Alessio's nephew, and he's right-handed."

"That's right."

Ethan flicked off the ashes: "Just two days ago, Erin came with me to warn him to stay away from Justin. ”

"Irene."

Hank shook his head, and he smiled wryly, "She must have told you about Justin too." ”

"That's right!" Ethan nodded.

"These photos were given to me by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the body of Frank Fitoli, who was found on the shore of the lake in the morning."

Hank pulled out his phone again and started playing music.

When the noise sounded in the office, he whispered: "The Ministry of Internal Affairs asked me to find out the murderer, and it is in their interest." “

Remembering what Burgess said just now, this should be the body they found.

Finding the murderer is not a problem for them, and it will not make Hank look so cautious.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs thinks that it was Alessio's people who did it, and the main object of suspicion is him."

Hank's fingers struck Catalano's horse in the face, his eyes full of anger:

"But I'm sure it's Catalano who did it."

Ethan asked curiously, "How are you sure?" ”

"I just went to look for him." Hank's cheeks bulged: "He also told me personally that Justin was involved. ”

"Waterfa?"

Ethan looked surprised: "Are you sure?" ”

"Sure." Hank looked out with a pained expression: "Just now Erin found me and said that last night, Justin had been to her house. ”

"There was blood on his hands, and he looked flustered."

"He just told Erin to get into a fight at the bar."

"But it confirms what Catalano said, and Justin was really involved."

"What do you want to do?" Ethan asked dryly.

"First of all, this matter can only be known to me and you for now." Hank exhaled heavily, "As for Irene, I'll see how things develop. ”

"Next, I need to investigate Justin's level of involvement."

"Finally." Hank looked at him steadily: "This case, I will be closely watched by the Ministry of Internal Affairs." ”

"There are some things that I don't want to do until the last step."

"But if I do get to that point, I need your help."

Ethan pulled the corner of his jacket over the badge and nodded silently.

The office is filled with smoke that shatters the sunlight.

Thank you Brother Fuduoduo for the reward, thank you

(End of chapter)