"Hello."

Looking at the unfamiliar number, Ethan pressed answer.

He didn't continue to speak, the number had not been seen, and he did not know who was on the other side.

"It's Morgan, please, right?"

A woman's voice came from the other side of the phone, low and nasal.

"That's right."

Ethan replied briefly, waving his hand and motioning for the others to move on.

"I found your name in Letty's address book."

The voice on the other side continued to sound, and said indifferently: "Look at the notes, you should be her friend." ”

"Listen."

Ethan interrupted her and walked quickly to the corner:

"It's okay for you to ask for money, I can ransom people, but if you dare to hurt Letty, no matter where you hide in any corner of the earth, I will find you."

"Trust me, I'll break your neck with my own hands."

Letty, her own friend.

A cool and dragging black-haired woman, the two once worked together in a small town on the U.S.-Mexico border to torture a senator who hunted illegal workers for fun in the desert.

Although the contact was not long, just a few days.

But the two personalities are very compatible, and they usually chat on their mobile phones occasionally, and the other party's words make Ethan immediately notice that something is wrong.

Hearing these threatening words, the other side of the phone became silent.

He was impatient and was about to ask a question.

"My name is Mia."

On the other side of the phone, the nasal voice rang again: "It's not what you think." ”

The voice came here and paused for a few seconds.

"Letty's funeral takes place the day after tomorrow." The woman named Mia continued to muffle, "Los Angeles Silin Village Memorial Park Cemetery, if you come over, I think she will be very happy. ”

"Waterfa?"

Ethan burst out in a foul mouth and asked excitedly, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Accident."

Mia, who was on the other side of the phone, said, "I also want to inform the others, if you want, come and say goodbye." ”

The other party didn't want to say more, and quickly hung up the phone.

Looking at the hung up number, Ethan's breathing became heavy, and without saying a word, he found Letty's number and dialed it.

"This is Letty."

The cool female man's voice sounded: "I'm not free now, I have something to leave a message, and after a beep, it will be transferred to voicemail." ”

"Yo."

Ethan frowned and asked, "Just now a woman said that you died, hurry up and send me a message." ”

Hanging up the phone, he stood stunned.

This is the first time I have received the news of my friend's death, and my heart keeps sinking, hoping that none of this is true.

"Boss."

Next to Cadillac, Atwater shouted, "There's something going on at the police station, we're going back." ”

"Okay."

Ethan nodded, and walked slowly down the steps.

As soon as I got in the car, I received a text message on my phone: "It's me, Mia!" ”

"Bang."

A slap on the steering wheel.

This move startled several people in the car, and they all turned their eyes to it.

"What's wrong?"

Erin hurriedly asked.

It's rare to see each other like this, and there are only a handful of times when emotions are out of control.

"It's fine."

Ethan smiled reluctantly and started the vehicle.

Although he usually laughs and laughs, his style is always tough, and when he cools his face, he is even more scary than Hank.

So, as curious as possible.

But no one dared to ask him about his private affairs, so he could only silently shut his mouth.

Erin, who was sitting next to her, squeezed his hand, and although she didn't speak, her eyes were full of concern.

"I'm fine."

Ethan slammed down the gas pedal and muffled, "It's just that a friend died, and I need to go to the funeral." ”

Glancing in the rearview mirror, he looked at Antonio behind him:

"It could take a few days."

"Don't worry." Antonio nodded hurriedly: "I'm here for things, no problem." ”

Knowing what it was for, several people in the car also breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, it's not him who has the problem.

As for vacations, that's normal.

To do their job, they need to rest every once in a while, and if they don't rest, Ethan has a job to keep an eye on his subordinates on vacation, and he can't let people spin for too long.

The last time I went to Phoenix, Director Fisher was talking and arranging for him to be a tolerance.

So, he was ready for a mandatory leave.

This time, it was a coincidence.

It's just this coincidence, Ethan would rather not happen.

When he returned to the police station, he dealt with various things step by step, and explained to Antonio one by one if he needed to continue to follow up.

Letty's funeral, he couldn't possibly not go.

I also want to figure out what the accident is, and if there is something in the middle, it is indispensable to avenge her.

How can it be interesting if one walks alone.

No matter what, I have to get a bunch of people for her.

The next day, Los Angeles International Airport.

Carrying a small backpack, Ethan walked out of the passenger passage, from the third largest city in the United States to the second largest city, and did not feel much feeling, the airport was full of people.

The biggest difference is skin color.

Chicago has a fair-skinned complexion due to the climate.

And now in Los Angeles on the West Coast, you can see wheat-colored skin everywhere, and you can see little hot pants and short tank tops to dazzle.

The depression brought about by Letty's death has also been diluted a lot.

In fact, people who have had such an experience as him and are engaged in special industries should logically have a relatively light view of life and death, but attending a funeral will always make people feel depressed.

This time, in addition to attending the funeral, I also plan to play for a few days.

Of course, that was without any surprises.

Got a taxi and headed straight to the hotel.

Outside the airport, there's an inexplicable sense of familiarity, not Chicago full of skyscrapers and a massive city skyline.

However, it has a very free-spirited feel.

GTA by day, Vice City by night.

Some scenes even gave him a sense of déjà vu, especially the yellow supercar on the side of the road, where he resisted the urge to punch the driver inside and snatch the car away.

On both sides of the street, palm trees are flashing neatly manicured.

Towering, erect.

Only at the top, there are some branches and leaves.

This kind of tree gives Ethan a West Coast feeling at once.

Driven by chattering drivers, it didn't take long for the taxi to arrive at the Hilton Hotel and check in to the business suite.

He didn't rush to play, he was in a hurry, and it was important to get down to business.

Put your things away and immediately text the woman who had contacted her, who had approached her before, indicating that she had come all the way from Chicago to find out what was going on.

Although the other party was a little hesitant, he still agreed.

Soon, a reply was received.

The meeting was scheduled for six p.m. and came with an address and a restaurant on it.

It's still early, it's only past three o'clock in the afternoon.

But he didn't bother to go out and toss, closed the curtains, pulled the quilt and fell asleep. (End of chapter)