"Ahem."

Noticing that everyone's eyes were on him, Rusek bent down and asked in a low voice:

"I'm not going to be a little too obvious."

"What do you think?"

Atwater rolled his eyes, but his body didn't move.

Things are not that simple.

"Don't even think about it."

Antonio opened his mouth to dispel Ethan's thoughts, he shook his head and said: "The guests of the Red Bridge Club are either millionaires or multimillionaires, and they are clubs of this nature. ”

"There is no summons, the club will not do anything."

"That kind of place, it's not something we can threaten at will, it's not a small bar on the street."

It seems to make sense, this is a country where capital is king.

Even the director of the bureau did not dare to offend a group of rich people in such a hurry, and he didn't know how he would step down when the time came.

"Okay."

Ethan scratched his head and looked at Rusek: "Go and apply to the judge for a subpoena, we need to investigate the customer list and employee information inside to find out this Terry." ”

"I've already applied."

Erin raised her hand, pouted and said, "But how to put it, I don't think there's much hope." ”

"Now waiting for the judge's reply."

Try it anyway, this guy named Terry is the only person Antonio has heard of who has had conflicts and contradictions with Roslyn.

"Toot toot."

Nadia's desk phone rang, she picked it up and answered a few words, and then looked at Ethan: "Layla Roslin, you're at the police station, it's down there." ”

As the wife of the deceased, it is necessary to ask her to come and ask for information.

This kind of thing cannot rule out her suspicion.

"Antonio."

Ethan lifted his chin: "You know her, you come to find out the situation." ”

"No problem."

Antonio immediately stood up.

In the interrogation room, there stood a glamorous Latin girl.

Dressed in a red sportswear, his figure is quite well-proportioned, and his bright eyes look particularly seductive, full of water.

In the observation room next to it, there were several people standing.

They looked through the glass at the beautiful Latin girl opposite.

"How many do you score?"

Thinking of the woman in front of him who often went in and out of that club, Russec's lower abdomen was hot, and he asked in a low voice.

"Please, you bastard."

Erin kicked him in dissatisfaction: "Someone else just died of her husband." ”

"I'm sorry." Russec raised his hands and said with some embarrassment: "You know that I sometimes don't talk too much, it's my fault. ”

It is indeed very inappropriate to ridicule a person whose husband has just died.

Therefore, he knew that he was at fault.

"If you don't say it, I don't know yet." Ethan took two steps forward with his chin and asked with interest, "Do you think this is like a woman who has just died of her husband?" ”

Layla Roslin across the window, with her hands on her chest.

The corner of the coat, slipping off the shoulder.

With wavy brown hair draped over her wheat-colored shoulders, the woman looked around without any sadness.

On the contrary, there is a hint of relaxation.

"I think so."

Horstead squinted his eyes and agreed, "Whether there is emotion or not, it shouldn't be this kind of reaction, at least, there is always fear." ”

As the men whispered, Antonio walked into the interrogation room.

He leaned against the wall and looked at the woman opposite.

"Detective Dawson."

Layla looked at Antonio with a hint of a smile: "So, you're a cop now, right?" ”

"I always have."

Antonio looked at each other with a blank expression.

In fact, he also had some doubts that it was this woman's hand.

If anyone knew Roslyn's whereabouts best, and what he had brought with him, it was Layla, who had just had an argument last night.

However, the goal is too obvious.

Thinking of this, Antonio frowned, the other party didn't look like such a stupid person.

Taking a deep breath, Layla sighed:

"Life is very fragile, and people are aware of it, but they tend to ignore it."

"Outside the club last night." Antonio didn't follow her words and asked to himself, "Can you two explain that you two had an argument over a guy named Terry?" ”

"In this country." Layla's slender fingers swiped across the tabletop:

"It's really funny, I don't need to explain anything to you, but anyway, I'm in a good mood right now."

"Terry."

She shook her long hair and sat down peacefully in the chair: "There is such a person, I have done it with him a few times, is there any problem?" ”

"Sting."

"Is that all?" Antonio also pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her: "Your husband, who was murdered last night. ”

"If you know something, it can be of great help to the police."

"You men."

Layla smiled and shook her head, "What do you think we're arguing about?" ”

"Roslin took me to the club for the thrill, but he found out that someone was better than him, so he was jealous."

"Aren't you men, like this?"

"About this Terry." Antonio still only asks what he wants to know: "What do you know about him?" ”

No matter what she says, Antonio has his own judgment.

"You're really a cold man."

Layla leaned forward, her fingers trying to run at Antonio's chin, "Everyone in that place is just a passerby, sorry, I can't give you the information you want." ”

The posture is soft, and the eyes are like water.

The whole body exudes feminine charm and makes people feel like their hearts are racing.

"Smack."

Antonio waved his hand and grabbed Layla's wrist:

"Ms. Rosslyn, why don't you look sad at all when your husband was killed?"

"Ugh."

In the observation room next to it, a few soft sighs sounded.

As Lei stretched out her fingers, several men subconsciously raised their chins slightly.

Hooking, too seductive.

"You bastards."

Erin's lips moved slightly, and she muttered.

"Some people don't like to show their inner emotions to others." Layla withdrew her hand and said nonchalantly, "At Roslyn's request, I took off my clothes. ”

"But I'm not going to take off the clothes in my heart."

"So, Detective Dawson, are you satisfied?"

Antonio opened the case file, pulled out a picture of Roslyn and put it in front of Layla, and asked very dryly, "May I ask Mrs. Rosslyn, do you have anything to do with the murder of your husband?" ”

His fingers, tapping lightly on the photograph.

eyes, but staring at Layla.

"If I'm not mistaken." Lei stretched out two fingers and pointed them into Antonio's eyes, "You must have watched me return to the club." ”

"So, I don't need to say the answer to my question."

This seductive Latina spoke with red lips opening and closing, silver teeth looming.

There is always a smile on his face.

(End of chapter)