Looking at the empty chair in Olinsky's desk, Erin collected her thoughts.

"At the moment, we don't have any clues."

She turned her back to the crowd and wrote a name on the whiteboard with a pen: "I communicated with Lexi, and all she heard was her boyfriend shouting the gunman's name when he was shot. ”

"Karaka."

"The name Karaca means skeleton in Spanish."

Antonio took her words: "In view of what you just said, I suspect that it is the Latin Fathers. ”

"They often give their people this type of nickname."

"This is also consistent with the information from the anti-black group."

Horstead looked at the information collected by the patrol officer in his hand, frowned and said, "There are no witnesses nearby, not even surveillance cameras. ”

"Smack!"

Hank clapped his hands, "Anyway, we're going to find this Karaka." ”

"And get him to confess so that he doesn't have to be a witness."

"I have a question."

Ethan raised his hand, drawing everyone's attention.

"I mean, is that possible." He touched his nose and said:

"After finding Karaka, if he resists arrest."

This was so straightforward that everyone present understood what he meant.

"Ahem."

Hank coughed heavily: "This case, many people are staring at it now." ”

"Alright, let's get busy."

Ethan turned around and found Sumner standing in the back, holding two extra-thick folders in her hands, looking at her in surprise.

"Good morning."

He bared his white teeth at Sumner, "What are you holding in your hand?" ”

"This is a report of all drug-related cases in the Pearson community in the last year." Sumner gathered her thoughts, and she held up another folder:

"Here is a list of gang members who have been arrested with guns in several nearby communities in the last year."

"If we're lucky, we might find something."

It seems that she really listened to her words and began to take the initiative to find things to do.

This is also the first step for her to integrate in, if she only knows how to complain, then no one will pay attention to her.

Erin cast a surprised look: "How did you do it with so many documents?" ”

"Think of it as my special ability!"

Sumner shrugged, and she looked at Hank, "What do you think?" ”

"Do what you want to do." Hank waved, worried that he couldn't find an excuse to send her away.

"The owner of the party is in the temporary detention room of the bureau."

Antonio went downstairs: "I'll go and bring the man up to see what he knows." ”

Ethan returned to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, he saw a box wrapped in gift wrapping paper on it.

He picked it up and took it apart in confusion.

Inside is a bottle of Macallan, 12 years old single cask, and the price is not too cheap.

"Congratulations."

There is also a small card next to it, with two words simply written, and there is no payment.

I picked up the card and sniffed it, a familiar and unfamiliar smell.

Quietly, he placed the whiskey and cards in the cabinet, studying possible directions.

After a while, Antonio walked up with someone.

The people in the Chase Room hurriedly walked into the observation room.

After a brief interrogation, everyone looked disappointed.

The man inside looked frightened and his body trembled, and it was clear that it had nothing to do with him.

Ethan doubted himself and went in and asked him where the first field battle took place, and the guy wouldn't hesitate to say it.

Antonio walked out of the interrogation room and came to their side:

"What do you think?"

Ethan was silent, and Sumner stood in the corner.

Russec didn't know where to go, and Hank went to explain to the director about the seizure of investigative powers.

"This guy is a soft egg." Erin shook her head slightly:

"There's no way he's going to have anything to do with the gang."

Antonio also agreed with her, and he stuffed the transcript into his pocket:

"Maybe Russell's mom knows something, and I went to the hospital to find out what happened."

"Wait." Horstead opened the transcript and said without raising his head:

"Why didn't anyone discuss that, Boyt was handcuffed last night, aren't you all curious?"

"Whew!"

Antonio chuckled and put his jacket on.

"What's so funny?" Horstead shrugged: "What do you know?" ”

"It's normal." Antonio had a complicated smile on his face: "I've handcuffed him before. ”

"I mean wearing that with your own hands."

"He was easily acquitted every time, and this time it was nothing special."

"Waterfa."

This is still a new situation, Ethan asked in surprise, "What are you?" ”

"Business."

Antonio shook his head: "It's not a personal vendetta. ”

A simple sentence can make things vague.

"Nothing special?" Horstead was puzzled, and he said excitedly:

"Is that all? You mean that the law doesn't work for Hank? ”

Not understanding why he was so excited, Antonio shook his head:

"Just do your job, don't ask so much."

Horstead clenched his fist and exhaled heavily.

Sumner walked over to the observation glass, where she was now trying to find a breakthrough that would only have to prove her abilities to gain a foothold in BFI.

As the others left the observation room, Ethan stepped over to her:

"Thank you."

"How do you know it's me?" Sumner whispered.

"Most of the people I knew in Chicago were invited."

Ethan looked at her side face, this Latin girl was quite attractive: "There is only one person who can enter the Chase Room who has not been invited, it is not difficult to guess." ”

The corners of Sumner's mouth curled: "Then should I feel sad or honored." ”

"It's all right, whatever you want."

Ethan looked at the people sitting in the interrogation room and walked out of the observation room.

Not long after I sat down, I received a text message on my phone.

Ethan got up and walked downstairs.

Inside the tech room, Jean was scratching his head with a troubled look.

"What's wrong?"

Ethan handed him a cigarette and pulled over his chair and sat down.

"Whew."

Lighting the cigarette, Jean scratched his hair again: "There's one thing I think someone should know." ”

"I always felt like something was going to go wrong."

"You say." Ethan chews on his cigarette.

"Hosteld." Jean thought about it for a moment, but decided to say, "He asked me to help investigate a person. ”

"Lonnie Roddyger."

"Have you ever heard of this man who was suspected of molesting and killing a child?"

"I know." Ethan Masaseki says:

"The last time he went to Horstead's house, he told him about it, and the child who was killed was his ex-girlfriend's brother."

"That's right." Jean raised his hands and said:

"At his request, I investigated Lonnie's credit card spending history."

"Records show that just yesterday, Lonnie bought a two-person tent, gas lamps and moisture mats at a home furnishing chain."

"Camping?"

Ethan pouted, "What's so strange about this. ”

"Listen to me."

Jean shook his head: "And rope and duct tape." ”

"Given what happened before, do you still think it's normal?"

"What's Hosted's reaction?" Ethan's face became solemn.

"Anger."

Jean sighed, "He suspected that Lonnie would do something to someone else, and he was extremely angry. ”

"I'm worried that something will go wrong with him, so."

"I see." Ethan nodded, "This is indeed a problem, I will let Hank communicate with him." ”

"Here I am." Jean's face stiffened.

"Don't worry, I'll make it clear to Hank."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and told him not to worry.

No wonder Horstead looked so excited just now.

Dare to love is Hank's thing, and it touches his heart, and he must think of Lonnie who has escaped legal punishment.

If Horstead really wants to take revenge, it's no problem to help him himself.

But with such fanfare, things are not easy to operate.

As soon as I walked out of the technology room, the mobile phone rang again:

"Where are you?"

"Garage."

"I'm down now, and I've found four more bodies."

Hank's phone hung up, and Ethan scratched his head.

This thing, how come it endlessly.

Thank you for your support, thank you

(End of chapter)