With a little harvest that is not a harvest, the rest of the place, there is nothing to check.

After a circle, they left the house.

On the sidewalk, there was a bang.

Several people invariably knocked on the black ash on their shoes, looking slightly happy.

"Buzz."

Just then, Ethan's phone vibrate.

"I'm Morgan."

"There's bad news." Olinsky's voice on the other side sounded, and he said in a sullen voice: "We just arrived at the hospital to ask a few words, Victoria's body has serious complications, and now the operation has just ended. ”

"The doctors did their best."

After a pause, he continued: "I have asked the doctor to help extract the material from her fingernails, and I will take it to the forensic office for examination in a moment. ”

"No need."

Ethan sighed lightly, shook his head and replied, "We found nail polish at the scene of the crime, and it's sure it's green." ”

"Go back to the police station."

The other side didn't speak again, and quickly hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

Erin saw that his face sank, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" ”

Putting away his phone, Ethan looked at the house next to him:

"This place."

"Its owner is gone."

A gust of wind blew through the cracks in the house, making a whimpering sound even worse than before.

BFIPU.

When the trio returned to the Chase room, Olinsky and Atwater were already there.

The news of Victoria's death has been known to everyone, and they are all quietly busy with the work at hand, trying to find clues that can move forward as soon as possible.

Sharing what he found, Ethan returns to the office.

The hotline for soliciting information has been pushed.

The bell kept ringing, and Nadia couldn't catch it, and the others took the pressure off her, carefully discerning the words of the enthusiastic citizens and recording anything suspicious.

Sometimes, these calls can do a good job.

This is how many eyewitnesses came.

So even if the work is tedious, few out of a hundred calls are reliable, and they take the trouble to answer them.

It was busy until two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Knock knock."

"Please come in."

Ethan put down the case file in his hand.

"Boss."

Antonio walked in and waved a piece of paper in his hand: "I found something, this is a record of a hotline call that the Violent Crime Unit received before, and there is a message on it that is not right. ”

"Uh-huh."

Ethan took the paper and looked curiously.

"This was a call to the Violent Crime Unit two days ago." Antonio explained: "This woman claims to have met a man two weeks ago and asked her to help carry the boxes out of the car. ”

"She felt something was wrong and left."

"The point is."

Antonio knocked on the table: "The woman said that the man was wearing a surgical gown at the time. ”

At this point, Ethan also happened to see the last line of the dialogue.

"Got it."

Ethan nodded at Olivia, who was sitting opposite the office, and reached out to grab the landline earpiece: "I'll call Hank." ”

The other party lifted the surgical gown, and it is indeed worth following up.

Maybe Hank's side has already investigated, and it's easiest to make a phone call.

A minute later, he hung up with a strange look on his face.

"How?"

Not only Antonio, but Olivia also spread their hands, and the two could only hear Ethan tell the story, but they didn't know each other's situation.

"It's clear that the people in the Violent Crime Unit can't get busy."

Ethan grabbed the car keys and shrugged, "They haven't been able to find the time to verify this information." ”

"Let's go, let's take a look."

Good fellow, Hank's suppressed anger just now seems to be able to erupt from the earpiece.

Before the phone could be hung up, a roar rang out.

Antonio's face also became strange, he knew Hank's personality very well, no one investigated this kind of information, and the gang of the Violent Intelligence Group probably wouldn't have a good life in the next week.

"Go ahead."

Olivia pursed her lips and smiled: "I'll be here alone, no special entertainment." ”

“OK！”

Ethan didn't care about her anymore, just don't blow up the office.

Anyway, important places are locked.

Flipping the key, he hurried downstairs with Antonio, the kind of hotline that the person who provided the information would leave his contact information.

Soon they got in touch, and the two drove away from the police station.

"Ding-dong."

The doorbell rang, and Ethan glanced around.

Judging by the messy lawn on the side of the road, the neighborhood is mediocre, but much better than many places in the South End, with an elevated platform in the distance and a subway passing over the bridge.

The transportation is convenient, and there should be many office workers who choose to live here.

"Click."

The door opened, and Ethan withdrew his gaze.

Standing inside was a brown-haired woman in her twenties, with fair skin, big blinking eyes that looked a little cute, and she looked quite beautiful.

Height, about the same height as Irene.

When they saw each other's brown eyes again, Ethan and Antonio looked at each other, both looking a little excited.

"Charlotte Reagan?"

Ethan showed the police badge hanging around his waist: "This is Sheriff Morgan." ”

"That's right."

When she saw the silver badge, the vigilance in the little girl's eyes disappeared, and she lowered her hand holding the wooden door: "I am Reagan." ”

"Hi~"

Antonio also took out his police badge and said with a smile: "I'm Detective Dawson, and I was on the phone with you just now." ”

"Wow~"

Reagan looked at Ethan, brushed his long brown hair behind his ears, and said a little shyly:

"I didn't expect the sheriff to come."

"I didn't expect that either."

Ethan showed a sunny and handsome smile and spread his hands: "The enthusiastic citizen turned out to be such a young and beautiful girl. ”

"Do you mind if we go in and talk?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Reagan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stepped out of the way: "Please come in!" ”

It was an apartment building, and the little girl led the way in front and walked briskly down the corridor.

"Smack."

Antonio slapped Ethan on the back with a sweep of his arm and whispered, "We're here to work, don't forget that." ”

"I haven't forgotten!"

Ethan looked innocent and shrugged his shoulders: "Aren't I unloading the other party's psychological defense?" ”

His gaze followed the little buttocks and kept swaying from side to side.

"I hope you're not trying to unload the other person's clothes."

Antonio pursed his lips, unceremoniously piercing his little bit of caution.

"This is it."

Reagan stopped in front of a door, pulled out the key and opened, "Sorry, my room is a bit messy, I hope you won't mind." ”

"Of course not."

The two in the back nodded, and Ethan glared at Antonio and happily followed each other in.

(End of chapter)