Thinking about Burgess's performance today, Ethan knocked on the table:

"Do you know Burgess's address?"

I did send her home, but that time it was only downstairs in the apartment, and I didn't know where she lived.

"Of course I do."

Pratt hurriedly leaned down and asked with a gossipy face, "What, you want to take this opportunity to take Burgess down?" ”

She quickly wrote down an address and smiled as she handed the note to Ethan:

"Go, cowboy!"

Ethan took the note and said, "Please, you're her supervisor, don't you think her mood is wrong these days?" ”

"So you're trying to enlighten her."

Pratt suddenly lost interest, and she waved her hand: "Of course I do." ”

"This little girl, if she wants to prove that even if she doesn't make it to the intelligence group, her ability is not below Atwater."

"In the past few days, she has been working very hard."

"But I don't appreciate that emotion, you know, it's easy to go wrong."

"I think so too." Ethan nodded, slipping the note into his pocket: "This job requires momentum, but it can't be the way to fight for a breath." ”

"Let's go, you get off work early."

He shrugged his shoulders and walked briskly upstairs.

At the corner of the stairs, his footsteps stopped, and Atwater was taking Charlie downstairs.

"He is." Ethan pointed at Charlie.

"Transfer to the detention chamber and wait for the case to be heard." Atwater explained.

"Hey." Ethan reached out against Charlie, squinted his eyes and said, "Don't blame me for not warning you, there are some things. ”

"Don't worry." Charlie, despite being handcuffed, looked very relaxed, and he exhaled softly: "I won't say anything. ”

The obsession is let go, and the whole person looks different.

He smiled reluctantly and continued to walk down, while Ethan and Atwater clashed fists and turned sideways upwards.

Several people in the Chase room were packing their things and preparing to go home.

Through the blinds, I saw that Erin was in Hank's office, and the two were talking.

"Morley?"

Russec put on his coat and asked Ethan.

I still want to go to see Burgess, so I don't run to Morley, she should be at home at this time, and she won't think of going to the bar to drink.

"No, you can go."

Ethan shook his head and returned to his seat, sorting through the papers.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Rusek, Horstede, and Olinsky all said goodbye, and after a shootout, they needed alcohol to relieve their mental stress.

After they all left, Ethan got up and walked towards the sheriff's office.

Inside, a whispered argument was faintly heard.

"Bumper."

After two knocks, he pushed the door open.

The two people inside both cast their eyes over.

"I'm just confirming one thing."

Ethan looked at Erin and asked seriously, "Are you sure Charlie will keep his mouth shut?" ”

"No kidding, I don't want to visit you in prison."

"Yes, that's for sure." Erin spread her hands seriously: "He has reconciled with himself, the former Charlie is back, he won't do that kind of thing." ”

"That's good."

Ethan nodded to Hank again, "You go on, I'll go first." ”

Judging by the way she looks, she should want to intercede with Charlie.

The current situation of the case can be large or small, and with Charlie's financial situation, it is likely that the public defenders provided by the court will be used, and the level of those people is extremely worrying.

If Hank wants to fix Charlie, it won't be a problem to give him ten years.

But it had nothing to do with him, Ethan shook his hands and walked down the stairs quickly.

Look at the address of the note in your hand and look up again to confirm the room number.

The radar flashed out, and there were people inside who were at home, and it seemed that they hadn't made a trip in vain.

"Knock knock."

Fingers curled and knocked on the door a few times.

Soon, footsteps rang out.

The light and shadow on the cat's eye flickered, and Ethan raised the red wine in his hand and shook it.

"Click."

The door opened quickly, revealing Burgess's surprised face: "How did you get here, how did you know I lived in this place?" ”

"Aren't you welcome?"

Ethan sighed and gestured to leave: "It's a pity that I have this $99 bottle of red wine." ”

"Of course not."

Burgess hurriedly waved his hand and took two steps back: "Come in, I'm just surprised how you know I live here." ”

"I'm a police detective."

Ethan walked into the room and said with a smile, "It's just a minor issue. ”

"The first time I came to visit, a small gift, I hope you don't dislike it."

"Thank you."

Burgess took the red wine and put it on the small coffee table: "Sorry, my apartment is a bit small, you can sit casually." ”

As she spoke, she quickly picked up a few pieces of underwear from the small couch and threw them aside in embarrassment.

That's right, the door is a small living room.

On the wall opposite the small couch, there is a television with a soap opera.

The place where Burgess had just thrown her clothes in was covered by a floral curtain, and behind it was a bed, which felt like a one-bedroom apartment, and she came out of the living room by herself.

"You're nice here, it feels very warm."

Ethan walked over to the couch and sat down, looking curiously, the apartment was small but well furnished.

The long cabinet under the TV is full of photos.

"Are all the cases done?" Burgess saw him surveying his home, his fingers brushing his hair back.

"There are still some hand tails, but they can be done."

Ethan turned his attention to Burgess, who had just taken a shower, her hair was a little wet, and because she was at home, she was also dressed more homely, flip-flops, yoga pants, and a red V-neck T-shirt.

In the pale yellow light, the face looks very ruddy.

"Are you cooking something?"

Ethan sniffed a few times and pointed inside.

"Shet."

Burgesston reacted and ran inside with his slippers.

There was a ping-pong sound in the kitchenette at the back of the living room, and she shouted inside, "I'm making supper, pasta, would you like some?" ”

"Okay~"

Ethan touched his stomach and was not polite.

In less than a minute, Burgess walked out happily with two dinner plates: "I have done a lot, you came over, just right." ”

On a white porcelain plate, piled with pasta.

Two children's fist-sized meatballs were pressed on top, and the bright red ketchup was poured on them, making them look particularly appetizing.

"Ding."

Ethan flicked into the red wine: "Looks like I brought the right wine." ”

"Right now."

Burgess understood in seconds, and she ran into the kitchen again, and soon came out with two wine glasses and a corkscrew.

She didn't usually have any guests here, except for a single sofa, not even a chair, and Burgess sat cross-legged on the small rug spread under the coffee table.

Seeing this, Ethan also sat down.

The red liquor poured down and swirled in the glass.

"Boom."

The red wine glasses collide and make a crunch sound.

Burgess smiled, his lips red and his teeth white.

Thank you for your support, thank you!

(End of chapter)