It wasn't until the car disappeared at the end of the road that Ethan turned the key.

Turn the car around and drive in the opposite direction.

Bite the filter, take a deep puff of the cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke.

With a twist of thought, he slapped the steering wheel.

I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so I was a fart.

Thinking of this, Ethan happily stepped on the accelerator and found a fast food restaurant for breakfast.

I have to say that this bread is really soft enough, the posture is quite in place, and the thick bread is like a small grinding disc, which is quite impact-resistant.

He tore off the tender bread and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

It's a feeling that has an aftertaste.

Just as he was drinking his coffee, the phone next to him vibrated again.

This time it was Hank's call, and he reached out and pressed to answer:

"There's still an hour to go to work, what's the other thing you can't talk about later?"

"Urgent case, hurry up."

Hank, who was supposed to be eating, slurred an address before hanging up.

Ethan shoved the bread into his mouth and took three or two sips of his coffee.

He took out a piece of change and slapped it on the dining table and left quickly.

Moving slowly with the traffic, it's rush hour to work, and there are vehicles everywhere.

Blue lights could already be seen flashing in the distance, and patrolmen formed a cordon by the river.

Ethan turned on his turn signal, but the car next to him refused to let him live.

Lower the window and look to the side.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Black Road Fury Aunt lowered the car window, thick lips bala bala:

"Don't look at how handsome you look, my wife is going to be late for work, you have the ability to fly over."

If it weren't for the sake of the last sentence, I would have to rectify her.

Ethan didn't bother to talk to her, and directly flicked the button.

Seeing the blue light flashing, the black aunt hurriedly slowed down to avoid it, and the car window also rose quickly.

This time, I leaned over smoothly and drove down the curb.

The Cadillac SUV has arrived, and Hank is heading inside.

"Bang."

Ethan slammed the door shut and stepped forward through the thick snow.

A black Ford sedan was parked next to it, and when he saw it, he had a familiar feeling.

"This way."

Hank lifted the cordon and beckoned to him.

Throwing the bad premonition to the back of his mind, he quickly followed.

The river was white, and five or six people were busy working here, and they saw a corpse lying on the ground over the yellow reeds.

Next to the corpse, stood a white man in a gray coat.

The face is resolute and the body is straight.

Ethan slowed his steps, grinning his teeth.

"Edwin Stywell, an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Hank casually introduced, looking at this Edwin with both hands in his pockets: "Say, what's the matter with me." ”

The latter looked at Ethan, and then asked Hank:

"Do you know this man on earth?"

Ethan looked away with some weakness and looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

White man, in his twenties.

He was short, lean, and had a pointed chin, like a mouse.

On his neck, there were fuchsia bruises.

One of the rope marks is the most obvious.

If nothing else, he should have been strangled with a rope

"Yes, I know this man." Hank looked at the face of the corpse lying on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Lonnie Roddyger."

Hearing the name, Ethan remembered something.

He looked at Hank in surprise, and got an affirmative look from the other party.

"Death, just last night."

Edwin, an official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, looked at the corpse and narrowed his eyes: "I thought I had already told you, let you keep an eye on Horstead." ”

"Did I not say it, or did you not take my words to heart?"

While Hank was eating breakfast, he received a call from Edwin saying that there was an emergency.

I thought it was an urgent case, but I didn't expect it to be Lonnie's body.

To put it mildly, things are still going in the worst direction,

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Edwin in silence.

"You know what?"

Edwin whispered, "I hope Horsted can provide an alibi." ”

"And it's a perfect alibi, otherwise, he'd be in trouble, big trouble!"

Leaving aside the harsh words, Edwin nodded at Ethan and turned to leave.

"What do we do now?"

Looking at the gray coat man who was fading away, Ethan asked Hank.

"Nothing can be done."

Hank said angrily: "There is no way that someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will let us meddle in this kind of case. ”

"It's up to Horstead to decide how things go."

"Let's go back to the police." He walked towards the place where he had parked, and the snow rattled:

"Don't contact Horstead, it's going to get you in trouble with him."

"Hmm."

Ethan nodded and followed him outside:

"That Edwin Still, that Home Office official just now, what is his background?"

"Do you remember the last time that Ministry of Internal Affairs officer?" Hank slows down:

"The woman who appeared on the night Catalano was killed."

"Yes." Ethan searched for memories: "Gradishar right. ”

With an endocrine disorder, he was very impressed with that woman.

"That's right."

A smile appeared on the corner of Hank's mouth: "Gladyshar has been removed from power by me, and Edwin is the one who will replace him." ”

"Enemy."

Ethan licked his lips: "Still friends?" ”

"In general, the enemy." With no one around, Hank whispered again:

"This person is not easy to provoke, you should be careful."

"Also, the Sumner was the one he sent to BFI."

"It's not clear whether Sumner works for the Ministry of Internal Affairs or not, but you still have to be careful when you communicate with her."

"Treat her as an ordinary colleague, and don't talk too much about other things."

"Waterfa."

Ethan simply stopped and opened his hands: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

"What's wrong?"

Hank gave him a puzzled look.

"Forget it." Ethan waved his hand helplessly: "Go back." ”

We have already had five in-depth exchanges, and now it's too late to say anything, so the Ministry of Internal Affairs will be the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

It's all dry, and it's still dry.

Ethan held on to this thought and slammed down the accelerator.

Back at the police station, Pratt spread his hands to them in disbelief.

As the reception sergeant, she is also often responsible for communicating with other departments.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the most well-informed person in the entire 21st Precinct, and she must have received the wind about the killing of Lonnie.

Ethan shook his head and walked to the side.

Going up to the second floor, Erin and Olinsky had already arrived at the office.

The former kept chewing potato chips, and the latter was still sad because of his daughter's affairs.

"What's wrong with you?"

Erin shoved a handful of potato chips into her mouth: "Olinsky, I can understand how the two of you look like this when you two come over." ”

Hank ignored her and walked briskly to the office.

He was now anxious to find out what the Ministry of Internal Affairs had learned, and he didn't care about what he said, but in fact he was still worried about Hostead.

"You'll be like me soon."

Ethan didn't return to his seat, but walked over to Erin's place.

He sat down directly on the table and snatched the snack bag from her hand.

"Hey!"

Erin reached out dissatisfiedly and snatched: "I'm just getting started. ”

"Erwin."

Ethan kept moving his body to block Irene's arm.

"What's wrong?" Olinsky looked up at the two men who were making a fuss.

"Lonnie Roddyger, dead."

He grabbed the chips and put them in his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said.

Erin's hand, trying to snatch the snack back, stalled in mid-air.

Olinsky's mouth opened, and the twisting candy fell.

(End of chapter)