"Buzz."

The phone vibrated rapidly, and the screen flashed brightly.

"Smack."

Hip waves rolling.

"Give me the phone." Ethan continued to maintain the original frequency.

He took the phone, frowning.

The time shown on the screen is already two o'clock in the morning, and a late night call usually doesn't come well.

But often it's the kind of call that has to be answered.

"Shut her up."

Ethan waved his hand and said to the other sweaty brunette girl.

As he pressed answer, the brunette grabbed the blonde's head weakly, muffling out the other's snorting.

"This is Morgan."

Sticking his phone to his ear, Ethan asked in a deep voice, "Who called me?" ”

"It's me, Meredith."

A woman's voice sounded on the other side, looking a little panicked: "Something is wrong with Erwin, can you come over?" I don't know what to do anymore, Hank's phone is not answered. ”

"Calm down."

Ethan asked suspiciously, "What the hell is going on?" ”

After a while, he hung up the phone.

The Dodge Challenger's engine began to roar violently, hurtling wildly down the muddy road, roaring wildly for several minutes, and finally slowly coming to a stop after draining the last drop of oil.

Ethan wiped a handful of sweat and rolled over to pick up his clothes.

"Bump."

The door was slammed shut.

Moonlight poured in through the window and fell on the blonde girl.

Obviously, the high-speed gallop was beyond her bearing, and her body was covered in sweat.

It's still going on.

Convulsions.

"Huh."

In the silence of the night on the streets, the sound of brakes is particularly harsh.

Both Cadillacs stopped almost at the same time.

"Bump, bump."

The sound of the door closing sounded one after another.

"What are you?"

Looking at Ethan, who was dressed in a nightgown, Hank spread his hands.

"Looks like Meredith has contacted you." Ethan shrugged his shoulders and pushed open the front yard door of the Olinsky house.

If it comes, it will stay.

You can't see that Hank has come over and run home again, he is also Olinsky's boss, and some things should be in place.

As for the pajamas, how convenient and how to come for the big night.

He didn't bother to change into his regular clothes.

The lights in the house were on, and as soon as the two of them walked onto the porch, the door was opened by the people inside.

"Hey."

Lexi rubbed her eyes and yawned, "Do you need me to say welcome?" ”

This guy is also wearing a set of white pajamas.

He looked sleepy.

"I'm sorry."

Meredith stretched out her hand, grabbed her daughter's ear and pulled it to the side: "No politeness, go aside." ”

"I'm sorry to let you come here so late."

This is Olinsky's wife, who is also wearing pajamas, looking sad.

"Where is he?"

As an old fellow, Hank was the first to speak.

"Back."

Meredith shook her head: "Erwin is about to tear down the garage, and I don't know who else to find." ”

"There have been times like this before."

She took a deep breath, her eyes reddening, "Every time, Erwin becomes very cold and gets into a predicament of his own making, if you can, I hope you can persuade him well." ”

"Of course."

Ethan nodded slowly: "This is what we should do." ”

"What do you want to drink?"

Meredith sniffed and stepped out of the way, "Come in first." ”

"Bourbon."

Before Ethan could speak, Lexie came over with a wine bottle: "Nobu Creek Nine Year Collector's Edition, Daddy has been saving it for a long time, and he is reluctant to drink it!" ”

This little padded jacket is leaky.

Ethan didn't mind, though, and happily grabbed the bottle.

The other party, but did not let go.

"Yacht."

Her bright eyes blinked.

"No problem."

Ethan nodded, and promised to come down first.

Hearing the other party's reply, Lexi let go of her hand with satisfaction.

"Go to sleep."

Meredith gave her a brainstorm: "That has nothing to do with you. ”

"Cut."

Lexi stuck out her tongue and ran quickly upstairs.

Hank walked to the side of the wine cabinet and grabbed three whiskey glasses, and led Ethan to the back, the old man of decades, he didn't know how many times he had been here.

In the back, the garage lights are on.

From time to time, the sound of pouring came out, accompanied by a few curses.

"Knock knock."

Hank knocked on the side door and walked inside.

"I said I wasn't available."

Orlinsky sat cross-legged on the ground and said without looking back: "Let me be alone and go to sleep." ”

Beside him, a dozen boxes of documents were piled up.

On the ground, there were papers scattered everywhere.

Everything seemed messy, and he didn't know what he was looking for.

"Wouldn't it be a little late for you to clean up the garage at this time?" Hank looked around and walked into the garage, "Please, what are you doing here?" ”

"I'm sorry."

Olinsky flipped through the papers and picked up the red wine at his feet: "I only have one glass here. ”

"It's okay."

Ethan unscrewed the cap and said happily, "I've got a good bottle of bourbon here." ”

Hearing his voice, Olinsky finally stood up:

"Why are you here too?"

"Damn, isn't that my wine?"

"It's ours now." Ethan sat down on the couch and poured the whiskey into the three crystal cups that Hank had placed on the table, "How about it, would you like to come and have a drink with us?" ”

The amber liquor churns and the aroma overflows.

Olinsky licked his lips and drank the red wine from his hand.

It is said to be a garage, but it is actually equivalent to a small room and storage room, and when Olinsky used to have a conflict with Meredith, he lived alone.

So, it's no problem to use it for hospitality.

Looking at the whiskey in the glass, Olinsky poured himself a large sip.

"Bang."

The cup fell to the table with a muffled sound.

"These are all documents from my previous time in the Organized Crime Investigation Unit." Facing the inquiring eyes of the two, he said in a muffled voice: "When the group disbanded six years ago, I stayed. ”

"At the time, I was in charge of listening."

"Dennis Lee was often talking to a squeaky woman at the time, and she was his mistress."

"That woman, let Li go crazy for it."

Pinching the glass, Olinski drank the rest of the wine: "I know that if that woman is still in Chicago, Dennis Lee will definitely be tempted to contact her and go to her." ”

"Bang."

Arms, with a heavy wave.

The cup shattered on the wall, and Ping Pong fell to the ground.

"Damn."

Olinsky clenched his fists and let out a series of angry roars: "I have already written that name in the file, why can't I find it." ”

"Damn, I definitely recorded it."

Looking at the shattered cup, his chest rose and fell sharply.

(End of chapter)