"Well done." Hank patted Jean's arm.

He looked at the crowd, "Now we need to talk to Mrs. Elliot. ”

Communicating with the families of the deceased is something that everyone does not want to do.

That kind of collapse, sadness, and despair is not something that anyone wants to bear.

Looking at the photo, this Dr. Elliott is at least sixty years old, and not surprisingly, his wife is not much the same age.

Thinking of this, everyone present retreated.

Ethan, Olinski, and Antonio all looked uninterested.

Rusek, who wanted to learn more, was eager to try.

Hank himself didn't want to communicate, and it was impossible for him to bring a drag oil bottle.

He set his sights on Erin and Sumner, the kind of things that female detectives can often do better to calm the emotions of the victims' families.

It's just that now, due to her partner's accident, Erin's mood is not right, and she can't be counted on.

After some deliberation, Hank made up his mind.

"How?"

He walked over to a table and tapped on it, "Interested in going and have a look?" ”

Sumner didn't expect Hank to arrange his own mission, so he kept his head down and was busy with his own affairs just now, as before.

It wasn't until the table rang that she knew it was talking to herself.

She quickly stood up and nodded quickly:

"Of course."

"Let's go, then."

Hank didn't talk nonsense and went straight downstairs.

Picking up her coat and seeing Ethan's encouraging smile at her, Sumner hurried away.

That being said, but everything about last night is not so easy to forget.

When they left, Jean came to Ethan's side.

He was chatting, but quietly pulled a document from his coat.

Ethan reached out and took it, quietly clasping it on his leg.

The two continued to talk about DNA testing, and after a while, Jean left.

Ten minutes later, Ethan closes the game.

Carrying the folder in his arms, he grabbed the cigarette case and headed to the pantry balcony.

Lighting a cigarette, in the warm sunlight, he squinted his eyes and flipped through it, which was nothing more than the deceased's examination report and some confessions from Lonnie's family and friends.

It seems, it's unremarkable, it's just a very ordinary homicide.

It's just that a police detective is involved, so it's extraordinary.

After looking at it for a while, I couldn't see why.

He covered the case file, took out his phone, and sent a text message.

There is no need for too many people to know about this matter, after all, stealing the case file information of other departments, Jean is taking a big risk.

Soon, Antonio pushed open the balcony door.

He pulled out a chair and sat down: "Is there anything you can't say inside?" ”

"This thing."

Ethan tapped on the case file and pushed it forward, "You give it to Horstead, be careful." ”

The other party is the person with the best relationship with Horstead in the intelligence group.

Give it to him and rest assured.

"What is this?" Confused, Antonio took the file and opened it.

Flipping through two pages, he slammed them shut.

"Don't ask."

Facing Antonio's surprised gaze, Ethan slowly exhaled smoke: "Don't let others find out." ”

"Thank you!"

Antonio nodded heavily and solemnly tucked the file into his arms.

He just asked for favors, found connections, and tried to find out the information of the case, but a few phone calls were to no avail.

Unexpectedly, this thing that made me anxious suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Don't talk about that."

Ethan held out his hand to him: "Everyone is a partner in the same department. ”

Antonio pursed his lips, and the two fists clashed.

The solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow.

If the intelligence team is full of people like Hank and himself, then this mess will be yellow sooner or later.

There is also a need for justice-filled police officers like Antonio and Horstead, which, when taken together, are even more vigorous.

The phone vibrates, and Ethan presses to answer.

Hank's voice rang out: "Nikolas Djolovich, nicknamed DJ Nick." ”

"He's suspected of murder, and the trial is tomorrow, and Dr. Elliott is the most important witness in this case."

Ethan hurriedly walked over to the whiteboard and wrote down the name:

"So after Dr. Elliott's death, DJ Nick was the biggest beneficiary?"

"For now." Hank said in a deep voice across the phone:

"You're right."

The timing was too coincidental, and the motive for the crime was very obvious.

From the perspective of interests, breakthroughs can often be found.

"Okay." Ethan nodded:

"I know, I'll go get this DJ Nick back later."

As soon as he hung up the phone, the mobile phones of several people in the Chase room rang one after another, and Hank sent a photo of DJ Nick.

He has short blond hair and a beard.

There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"Found it."

Erin had retrieved the person based on Ethan's name written on the board.

She looked at the computer screen and said, "Nikolas Djolovich, a violent criminal record. ”

"Now on suspicion of murder, after paying a huge bond, he has been released on bail."

Hank had already sent his name to Jean and soon found out that DJ Nick had checked in at a hotel in the city.

The few remaining members of the intelligence group were dispatched quickly.

After showing the police badge at the front desk of the hotel and asking for the room number, everyone took the elevator to the third floor.

Looking at this familiar floor, Ethan scratched his head.

Walk down the hallway, stepping on the thick carpet to a room in the far corner.

Through the door, you can hear the loud music inside.

"Bang bang bang!"

Antonio slammed his fist at the door: "CPD, open the door." ”

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

"Chicago Police."

Erin slammed the door again: "Djolovich, open the door!" ”

Because the other party was seriously suspicious, Ethan and Rusek held their guns in one hand and stood behind on guard.

Olinski looked warily down the hallway, not ruling out DJ Nick's other accomplices.

The music was still there, and the door was unresponsive.

"Ah~~~"

A scream rang out through the door.

The faces of the people outside changed, and Antonio quickly moved out of the way.

Ethan instantly understood what he meant, and lunged forward, kicking the door lock.

"Bang!"

The door frame cracked, and the door opened back.

The sound of deafening music rushed out and hit them directly.

A group of people pulled out their pistols and quickly pounced on them.

"Even-bought karma!"

Rushing into the living room and seeing what was happening in front of him, Rusek's eyes were about to pop out.

Inside the room, a party is going on.

Bottles fall all over the place, and DJ Nick stands on the living room table, writhing to the music.

The dance is enchanting and free.

On his body, only a leather collar is around his neck.

Behind the collar, a long leather rope was dragged, and the rope was dragged in the hand of a naked blonde beauty.

There were also two sexy girls dancing on the table, a black pearl and a Latina girl.

They all had large pieces of cake on their bodies.

This scene is too eye-catching, and it's too spicy for the eyes.

Ethan and Rusek watched with interest, smiles on their faces.

Antonio and Olinsky's eyes dodged, revealing a sense of betrayal that they wanted to see and were embarrassed.

Erin turned her gaze to the side and rolled her eyes at the sight of several of them.

"Ah~~~"

Another scream rang out, but this time in panic.

The blonde beauty, who was pulling the rope, finally noticed several gunmen appearing in the house, and she hurriedly let go of her hand.

This panicked scream also attracted the attention of the other two girls.

They all froze, and their bodies stiffened.

DJ Nick arched twice in the peak, found that there was no movement, and quickly raised his head.

He wiped the cake off his eyelids in confusion, and his scalp tingled when he saw several people with pistols appear in the living room.

He subconsciously pushed the woman in front of him hard, jumped off the table quickly, and ran in the direction of the balcony.

The Latina is pushed backwards by DJ Nick, her arms desperately clutching the air.

Her eyes were horrified, and she looked at the ground that was close at hand.

Ethan reacted quickly, slid forward on his knees, and spread his arms out.

"Smack."

The mountain peak, with the cake, slammed into his face.

(End of chapter)