"This little girl's name is Maya."

Director Fisher said unhurriedly: "She, as an eyewitness, would have testified in court this week about a shop robbery. ”

"The gunman fired two shots."

There was a hint of anger in his tone: "Both shots hit the head, and then left directly." ”

"Maya, only ten years old!"

"It's just a store robbery." Ethan took a few steps back and lit a cigarette: "Do you want to be so ruthless?" ”

There must be a hidden meaning in the middle.

Even if it is a whistleblower, it will not be so desperate under normal circumstances.

After all, it's just a small child.

"Push off all the work you're doing." Director Fisher patted Ethan on the shoulder, and his tone was firm: "This case will be handed over to the intelligence team." ”

"Fix it!"

The new director put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

Doing things is quite vigorous.

One is the crime involving children, and the other is the killing of witnesses, which is a provocation to the police.

It would not be an exaggeration to classify this case as the highest level.

"Boss."

The others had already arrived at the scene, and they gathered around one after another.

After greeting him, Horstead spread his hands out: "The people from the forensic office found two 9 mm caliber shells next to them, and they have been sent for ballistic detection and analysis. ”

"Were there any eyewitnesses at the scene?" Ethan nodded and looked at Antonio:

"And the cameras, and the people who see suspicious people."

"There are no cameras."

Antonio crossed his hands on his hips and gritted his teeth and looked around: "There won't be any eyewitnesses, this is a warning, by shooting to warn the people around you, what will happen to the informant." ”

"At this time, no one will come forward and give any leads."

"That's right."

Olinsky bit the twisted candy again: "This is the most troublesome part, these two bullets are enough to shut everyone up." ”

"Why?"

Ethan frowned and waved his hand to the ground next to him: "This is a little girl, won't these people be touched in the slightest?" ”

The crowd shook their heads, but did not speak.

It's helpless, but this is a rule of the local low-level residents.

This rule is even more terrifying than that of the police.

As long as you tell the truth, you will face such an end, if someone dares to stand up, the same will encounter this kind of thing, in the face of the threat of gunpoint, no one will not be afraid.

The cold corpses were placed in front of these people.

Even Olinsky was extremely reluctant to testify in court against his daughter.

Later, it was Hank who found the boss behind the gang to solve the risk of his daughter being shot.

"Please stand up bravely."

Rusek's voice rang out in the distance, handing out business cards: "For the community, and for your safety." ”

"Please rest assured that the information you provide will be kept strictly confidential."

The onlookers dispersed one after another.

There were very few people who took the business cards, and those people also threw away their small cards like hot potatoes under the warning of their companions.

Looking at the business cards that flew to the ground, Rusek sighed.

This kind of thing can already be expected.

He had no choice but to pick it up and continue to distribute it, but at this time, everyone was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

On the other side, Atwater clasped his hands to his chest.

He looked at the night sky with red eyes, and his chest slowly rose and fell, this kind of thing he had experienced many times since he was a child.

It doesn't matter if it's the gunman, or the person behind it.

Those bastards can always escape, and in the eyes of the police, this is nothing more than Nigo killing Nigo, and the case will always be closed hastily.

That's why he wants to be a police officer, he wants to do something for the neighborhood, for these low-level residents, who used to shoot witnesses bad enough, and now he's a little girl.

Thinking of this, Atwater gritted his teeth tightly.

"Even-bought karma!"

A scream rang out, and an exploding black woman threw away what she was holding, pushed through the crowd and rushed over, shouting with a crying voice: "Maya, don't! ”

She was wearing cheap clothes.

The cloth bag that was thrown on the ground made a muffled sound, and white milk spread out of it.

Bread, ham.

There were also a few apples, rolled out of it.

Just at a glance, you know that it is relief food.

"Ma'am, you can't go over."

Atwater jumped forward and hugged her, shouting, "We still need to collect evidence, you can't go over." ”

"Let go of me."

The small body of the woman with the explosive head erupted with great power.

She took Atwater's body and moved forward desperately, crying out in her mouth: "Let go of me, let me go and see my baby." ”

Atwater struggled to keep her under control.

"Please, officer."

The Exploding Woman looked up and looked at Atwater with tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling and pleading, "Let me pass, the ground is so cold, she's lying there alone, it's so lonely." ”

"Maya doesn't like to be alone, she's afraid to be alone."

This bloody cry silenced everyone at the scene.

The onlookers couldn't bear to see this scene, and turned away one after another, leaving behind a soft sigh.

Tears flowed down Atwater's eyes.

He hugged the woman tightly and looked at Ethan.

Ethan bit his cigarette and shook his head slowly, at this time, let the mother go to see her daughter like that, but I am afraid that there will be another corpse at night, this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed.

"I promise you."

Atwater hugged Maya's mother, gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely catch the murderer." ”

"Let's go back."

Ethan looked at the small body on the ground covered with yellow plastic sheeting, and he unbuttoned the two buttons above his shirt: "Working overtime tonight, I need to find out all the information involved in the previous store robbery." ”

A few people around him nodded silently and dispersed.

The Chase Room is brightly lit.

Except for Nadia, everyone was in civilian clothes, and Ethan and Erin looked a little out of place in their bright clothes.

Usually, it will definitely be ridiculed.

It's just that now, everyone is not in that mood.

Ethan took off his coat, hung it on the post hanger, rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the office.

The facts of the store robbery are very clear.

The information was quickly retrieved, and half an hour later, Antonio posted two photos on the whiteboard, one of Maya's murder scene and the other of a young black man.

It looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young man's bright smile was in stark contrast to Maya's tragic death.

He was wearing a basketball jersey and holding a basketball with both hands, like some kind of promotional photo.

"Grant."

Antonio wrote the man's name and said, "Senior at Anderson High School, star player on the basketball team." ”

"That's right."

Horstead held his chin and nodded: "I've watched this kid's game, the level is very good, comparable to the professional level of the NBA, the draft prospects are very good, and he is expected to get a round." ”

"Grant caused a great deal of controversy a few months ago." Antonio continued:

"This kid was arrested for robbing a store."

"Because there were no witnesses, it was difficult to proceed with the charges, and Grant was released on bail."

"However, there has been a new development in the case."

He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to the photo of the little girl next to him: "With the efforts of colleagues in other departments, Maya bravely stood up and was willing to testify in court about the fact that Grant robbed the store. ”

"It's because of her." Erin crossed her chest and looked at Ethan, and her voice was dull:

"If the case goes to trial, Grant will not only face five years in prison, but he will also have to say goodbye to his career in the NBA and his future millionaire status."

Not only millionaires, as long as they are played, tens of millions, billions are not impossible.

Now the salary of the NBA is the same as water injection.

Big contracts, endlessly.

It sounds like this man, named Grant, has an absolute motive for committing the crime.

On the one hand, he is calling for rain in the NBA, enjoying the brilliance of money, beauty and the spotlight, and on the other hand, he is in prison, being a little boy selling chrysanthemums.

It's not unusual for Grant to make this choice.

There were some old blacks, and Ethan couldn't understand their thinking at all.

The future is bright, as long as you go step by step, money, women, luxury cars, fame, all this will be at your fingertips.

I just like to have a hot head and make trouble for myself.

I don't know if it's because I exercise too much, my brain is full of muscles, and I can't think like a normal person.

"Everyone."

Russec put down the receiver and stood up: "I just contacted the coach of the Anderson High School basketball team, and it was confirmed that Grant was playing in Evanston at the time of the crime. ”

"All in all, there are a lot of people who have confirmed that he did not have the time to commit the crime."

The people at the scene listened, and no one was surprised.

If you dare to do it to the witnesses, you must find a way to clear up the relationship, and if you don't have a brain, you can still think of these things.

"This time, it must be deliberate."

Erin gritted her teeth and said, "The perfect alibi just confirms that this bastard did it." ”

"Alright."

Ethan took the pen from Antonio's hand, drew a red circle on Grant's name, and nodded vigorously: "Listing him as the first suspect, there is no doubt about it, it is definitely buying murder." ”

"The direction of the investigation is the people around Grant."

"Friends, relatives, coaches, potential hidden agents, anyone who can be linked to his interests, we need to investigate."

"Boss."

Atwater, who had been working in front of the computer just now, stood up and interrupted Ethan: "I found something here. ”

The printer on the side is swishing.

He walked over quickly, took out a few documents and a photo, and quickly pasted the photo onto the whiteboard:

"I just called a couple of old friends, and Grant is a celebrity in a few neighborhoods, and there are some things that everyone knows, so I learned something very quickly."

Taking the information from Atwater's hand, Ethan looked at it with a frown.

The photo I just posted is a fierce old black, who looks to be in his forties, with a mournful brow.

"Devin Tucker."

Atwater wrote his name on the whiteboard, turned to the crowd and said, "He's the OG of the Evil Lords, and his main business is arms smuggling, and this guy is Grant's uncle." ”

OG, as can be understood, is a gang member with very old seniority.

People who can mix seniority in the gang are not ordinary, not just any older person can be called OG by others.

Experience, prestige, and authority are all indispensable.

"From what I've heard, Tucker is very fond of Grant."

Atwater paused, and said in a hurried tone:

"Ever since Grant showed his talent, Tucker has spared no effort to nurture him, and through his connections, he has protected Grant from the people on the road."

Imprisoned in Chicago Central Jail for illegal possession of federally prohibited weapons.

Ethan looked at the line on the document and flicked his fingers: "Do you think it was Grant's uncle who helped him operate in prison and carried out murder?" ”

"It must be."

Atwater's eyes looked at Ethan steadily, and nodded heavily: "With the social connections that Grant has been exposed to, Tucker is most likely to arrange this kind of thing." ”

"Based on what happened in the past, Tucker wouldn't refuse his request either."

"Hmm."

Ethan nodded, throwing a piece of gum into his mouth.

Probably the pulse has come out, in addition to kinship, Grant is also Turk's pension insurance in the future.

Black stars and athletes have such an invisible rule.

When they are prosperous, those who have helped them, whether it is running errands or something else, they are obliged to take those people with them and live the life of a rich man together.

Former NBA superstar Allen Iverson, for example, has a large group of younger brothers.

There are countless examples of this,

In order to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, what Atwater said is very likely.

Looking at the others, they all looked like they were deeply appreciative.

In that case, Ethan knew what to do.

"Smack."

He clapped his palms and gave an order: "The old rule, if there is no surveillance video next to the intersection, then we will spread it, as long as it is the surrounding surveillance, all of them will be transferred back for analysis." ”

"Tomorrow."

Ethan looked at his watch: "If any of you are free, you can visit the location near the incident." ”

"Perhaps, someone will find out with their conscience."

"As long as we find the gunman, we can touch it all the way up."

Ethan looked at Atwater and said in a deep voice, "As for Tucker, I'll talk to Hank and I tomorrow to see if we can find out something." ”

Hank once revealed that he had a good relationship with the prisons around Chicago.

Over the years, so many people have been arrested one after another, and they are already very familiar with those prison wardens.

With him leading the way, things will be twice as effective with half the effort.

"Okay."

Atwater clapped his fists and hurried back to his seat.

This guy has no intention of getting off work at all, and is bent on catching and convicting the murderer.

This is the promise he made to that mother, and it is also a promise to himself.

Erin on the side also lowered her head and looked intently at the computer screen, under the influence of the two of them, everyone stayed and worked overtime, and did not gradually leave until the dead of night.

(End of chapter)