The two didn't say anything more, and Ethan quickly left the sheriff's office.

With such a son, there is enough for him to have a headache.

His father is a sheriff, but he is involved in the gangster vendetta.

Justin didn't look stupid, he didn't expect to be able to do such a brainless thing.

Now Hank's meaning is clear, he wants to cover it up.

It was his son, and he had no other choice.

A few minutes later, Hank also walked out of the office and pulled out the whiteboard:

"Everyone."

He pasted a photo on the board and wrote his name: "This is our new case." ”

"This man's name is Frank Fitoli."

"Gangsters, who have done all kinds of illegal activities in the Southern District over the years, and this morning, his body was found on the shore of the lake."

"I know this man."

Antonio stood up: "He has dealings with a lot of big people. ”

"That's right."

Hank tapped the whiteboard with a pen and said in a hoarse voice:

"There's an order from above, find out the murderer, and see what game these gangs want to play."

He disguised it well, no different from usual.

Ethan knew the truth, so he could hear the tiredness he was hiding deep inside.

"Let me come to the murder scene!"

Ethan raised his hand and gestured, "I'll go and see if the patrol officer has missed any clues." ”

"Good!"

Hank nodded hurriedly, and he looked at Erin again: "You go with him." ”

At this time, he can rest assured that he doesn't want to solve this case, but he still has to do something to get out.

He didn't even want to move, he couldn't explain.

"As for you." Hank looked at the others, "Go talk to the informant and see if there's any movement on the road." ”

The case is arranged extremely simply, with only a single photo and name.

As for the photos that Hank showed him just now, they weren't posted at all.

Others don't know, Ethan's heart is like a mirror.

The meaning of interfering with the investigation is already very obvious.

No matter how deeply involved Justin is, with blood on his hands, the problem is certainly not small.

Hank didn't dare to let his son go to prison again, which meant that his life was in danger.

The briefing ended quickly, and the others dispersed.

This kind of case is obvious, the degree of freedom is extremely high, and you can investigate it as you want.

"What were you talking about in there?"

Erin asked without looking back, hurried down.

That's her, if it's someone else, where would she dare to ask such a question.

No answer was heard, and Erin stopped.

Upstairs, Ethan put on his coat unhurriedly and walked down slowly: "I didn't talk about anything, Hank said he could get a sideline ticket for the Bulls, and asked me if I was interested." ”

"You're lying."

Erin cast a dissatisfied look: "You think Hank will give you a sideline ticket?" ”

"Okay!"

Ethan spread his hands: "It's just a topic for some men, are you sure you want to know?" ”

"Forget it, don't say a word."

Erin quickly shook her head and quickly walked down.

The two drove to the dumping site, which was barren and surrounded by dense reeds.

A patrol car could be seen in the distance, and a clear space was enclosed with a cordon in front of it, and the patrol officer in the car hurriedly got out of the car when he noticed the arrival of the vehicle.

Ethan flashed his hidden lights and turned them off.

The two patrolmen relaxed and removed their hands from the handle of their guns.

When Erin stopped the car, Ethan pushed the car door and walked over quickly: "21st Precinct Intelligence Group, where is the body?" ”

The place where the cordon was enclosed was empty, except for a pool of blood.

"You're late."

The male patrol officer in the lead shrugged his shoulders and sniffed: "The murder team, the evidence collection room, the patrol team, these people have already come, and the bodies have been pulled away." ”

"Thank you!"

Ethan nodded at him: "Good work! ”

In the middle of winter, guarding outside the lake beach, this job is indeed not easy.

Lifting the cordon, he walked into the dumping site.

There's nothing special in it, there have been several waves of people, and there are shoe prints everywhere here.

The blood also became solidified, and the surroundings were sparsely trampled.

He already knew who the murderer was, and he came here to destroy the scene, and now this part of the work has been completed for him.

The two patrolmen also returned to the car and did whatever they wanted.

Not far away, Erin stood behind a clump of reeds, her head raised.

Ethan walked up to her and looked ahead along her line of sight, where an outdoor camera came into view.

Above the camera, there is also a blue lampshade.

"This is our police surveillance." Erin scratched the bridge of her nose: "Bet, it filmed the process of throwing the body and the clues of the murderer." ”

"Bet on what?"

Ethan knows that this kind of outdoor police camera is generally just a pretense.

Even if it's a real guy, nine times out of ten, someone will damage it.

Erin compared the directions, although it was dozens of meters away from this side, the angle was fine:

"Purple Pig Restaurant, dinner, bet or not?"

This is a very popular Michelin-recommended restaurant in Chicago, the per capita consumption is not high, and you can eat comfortably for a few dozen dollars.

"No problem."

Ethan stretched out his hand: "There is one condition, you can't settle accounts with me again about last night's incident." ”

"Okay!" Although I remembered that I was wearing a small dress last night, I was still a little angry when I sat in a taxi alone.

But for the sake of food, she had to give in:

"But you have to look at coding, otherwise it's going to be unfair to me."

Without saying anything, Ethan walked into the distance, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Now it's important to know how involved Justin is in order to figure out how to solve the problem.

The only good news is that there are no shoe prints along the way.

The people who came here just now may have noticed this police camera, but they probably thought the same as Ethan, they all thought that this thing was bad.

Filming the code, he didn't send it to Jean as usual.

If this thing really works, you have to look at it yourself before you can decide on the next move.

Kick the mud clean and quickly return to the police station.

Without going upstairs, the two went directly to the garage technology room.

Erin rubbed her hands and muttered words like pork ribs and roast pork bone marrow.

Ethan shook his head, not knowing if she would have such a good appetite if she really saw Justin.

Handing over the encoding to Jean, he quickly found the surveillance data and downloaded the video.

"Ahem~"

Seeing Jean's mouse pointer move over the video file, Ethan cleared his throat and patted Jean on the shoulder:

"Thanks, just leave the rest to me."

"Okay!"

Jean didn't doubt him, got up and walked to the side.

Because of the bet, Erin has been watching from the sidelines.

Ethan had no choice but to open the video in front of her.

(End of chapter)