Ethan patted the snow on his shoulder and threw a cigarette into his mouth.

Looking down, he reluctantly took a deep puff of cigarette to calm himself down.

This guy, stirring up his thoughts, drove away.

From her words, it can be heard that Burgess is the kind of woman who puts her career first.

It's just that he can't get up to it, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

Biting out a cigarette and walking towards where he had parked, the Ford Interceptor rolled up a shower of snow and quickly left.

After ten minutes, pull over.

With a flip of the palm, a bottle of whiskey is conjured.

I looked at the apartment building next to me and opened the car door.

In this place, there is also a person who needs enlightenment, and I don't know what his emotions are after what he has experienced today.

"Bang bang bang."

The door was knocked a few times, and there was a sound of walking inside.

"Ethan."

Horstead opened the door and said in surprise, "Come in, you people, why are you all here?" ”

"We?"

Ethan walked in and saw who Horstead was referring to.

"Hey."

Olinsky sat down on the couch in the living room and looked up at him.

In his hand, he held a bottle of red wine.

Looks like he's just here.

"I think there's something missing here." Ethan looked at the two empty cups on the table and tossed his coat aside.

"Right away."

Horstead walked briskly into the kitchen again and came out with a glass.

"Oh my God."

Olinsky put down his cup: "Did you grow up in a trailer park?" ”

"It's a waste to use this kind of glass for red wine."

"As long as it works." Horstead also sat down next to him, not too emotional: "What brought you here?" ”

"Nothing."

Olinsky took off his knitted hat from his head: "I guess you want to have some drink." ”

Pouring the red wine, he lifted the glass:

"Men shouldn't drink on their own, you have friends in this city."

"Thank you." Horstead looked at the two people who came running over in the big night, and his heart was moved.

He picked up his glass: "You're right, I want to drink a little wine." ”

The three of them clinked glasses, and the two took a sip of red wine.

The rest of the person is still the same as before, dry in one bite.

"Please." Olinski spread his hands: "This is a good red wine I brought here, I need to taste it slowly." ”

"For me, it's all the same."

Ethan put down the empty cup and said nonchalantly.

The three of them looked at each other and all laughed softly.

"You know what?" Olinsky sniffed and looked at Horstead: "I used to have my badge and pistol confiscated. ”

"I have to say, that feeling is really terrible."

"Is it because of Brownie?" Horstead held the glass in both hands.

Olinsky's former partner was killed, and he was also aware of it.

I also know that in the rumors, it was Hank, Zhanmi of Chinatown, and Olinsky who worked together to turn Brownie into a missing person.

"How so?"

Olinsky did not answer his question directly, leaning back on the couch:

"No one was hoping that Brownie would survive, so we just did what everybody wanted to happen."

Maybe it was because he remembered the past, and there was a sigh in his eyes.

"Did Boit force you to do it?" Hoststed's eyebrows furrowed, the other party's words were already equivalent to admitting the matter.

"It's not." Olinsky shook his head and took a sip of red wine:

"On that night, no one forced anyone else, the choice was made by themselves."

"I don't regret it either, because it was the right thing to do."

He looked at Horstead: "You don't have to have any emotions, no matter what you do, I will support you behind you." ”

"I really didn't kill Lonnie."

Horstead was very moved, but he still defended himself: "I really didn't do it. ”

"Hey, that's not important."

Olinsky put down his glass: "I'm just letting you know that we're all standing behind you." ”

"Hmm." Hoststed nodded.

"Did someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs talk to you today?" Ethan inserted the topic.

"Yes." Horsted let out a heavy breath, "It's a guy named Edwin Still, and that bastard really wants to see me unlucky." ”

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to a hearing at the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make everything clear."

"But don't worry, all he has is a few pictures of me driving."

"I didn't do it, and I know very well that they can't incriminate me."

Hearing the name, Ethan rubbed his nose.

Edwin is like a ghost, always having trouble with the people of the intelligence group.

He poured himself the wine: "But you need to prove your innocence, otherwise your job will definitely not be saved." ”

"I know." Horstead shifted his body, "I already have some clues. ”

Next to his thighs, he covered something with a piece of clothing.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, he quickly sat down next to him, blocking the things underneath.

"Take it out." Ethan looked at him with a smile:

"That is what I asked Antonio to pass on to you."

"I'm here tonight to see what you've discovered."

"Huh?" Horstead looked confused and spread his hands: "I don't know what you're talking about?" ”

"It's good to keep it secret." Ethan gave him a thumbs up: "Lonnie's murder information, don't pretend, what did you find?" ”

Even when he said something, Horstead knew he wasn't lying.

I thought that the colleagues of the intelligence group had abandoned me, but I didn't expect that one or two of them would lend a helping hand.

He blinked, some tears flashing through his eyes.

"Please, don't do that." Olinsky clapped his hands: "Do you want us to give you a hug?" ”

"Take it out quickly, and we'll study it together."

To be honest, Olinski didn't know that there was such a thing, and he only heard Ethan say to Antonio today that he wanted to help.

"Okay." Horstead hurriedly got up.

He pulled out the file that was under his butt: "I did notice something was wrong. ”

"You see, this is the confession of Lonnie's father."

He flipped through the case file, took out one of the papers, and said excitedly, "He said that Lonnie never came home that night. ”

"But I knew he was lying, and Lonnie went back that night."

"I followed Lonnie until I saw him walk through the house, and I didn't leave."

He took the paper in his hand, and on it were some confessions.

Clearly, Lonnie's father, who had said these words, handed the paper to Orlinsky, and Ethan groaned.

He tapped his fingers lightly and whispered:

"Now there are only two possibilities, first, you are lying."

Without waiting for Horstead to speak, Ethan waved his hand: "Second, Lonnie's father is lying. ”

He glanced at Olinsky and continued:

"If Lonnie's father is lying, then it means that he knows who the killer is."

"Or rather, Lonnie's father is the murderer."

The voice fell, and the living room fell silent.

Horstead had speculated about it, but he never dared to think about it.

When this thing is said, few people will believe it.

"The father killed his son?"

Olinsky looked at the document in his hand, the light paper, but it seemed so heavy.

(End of chapter)