In front of the makeup mirror.

The girl in the red bikini couldn't help but look at the photo on the table, Watson's pale and swollen face, barely recognizable.

"I only work with her occasionally."

The bikini girl clenched her hands and shook her head slowly, "She's a good person." ”

"I'm sorry."

She took a deep breath and said in a voice that "I really don't know anyone would do this to her." ”

"It's okay."

Olinsky sighed and patted her lightly on the shoulder: "No one wants to see this happen. ”

He reached for the photograph.

A flash of white light.

A business card crept into the middle of the mess of makeup in front of it, a scene that only he and the bikini girl could see.

I don't know if it's useful.

He believed that the other party really didn't know, but if the girl was willing to call.

There's always something to learn.

"Lockers?"

Ethan looked at the bald manager and knocked on the cabinet door next to him.

"The third one on the left." Although he wanted to ask for a search warrant, a tingling pain on his body made the bald manager dispel the idea, and he said with a straight face: "We don't have the keys." ”

"Bang."

Atwater threw out his stretch baton and slammed the little lock open.

Clothes, cosmetics.

Condoms, still with wolf teeth.

Ethan raised an eyebrow and continued to rummage in, a yellow envelope catching his attention.

When I picked it up, a stack of ID cards appeared in my hand.

The avatar above is Watson himself, but the names are varied, and even the addresses are different.

"Huh."

Before anyone else could see what it was, he immediately reversed his ID back into the envelope and naturally slipped it into his pocket.

In the locker, there was nothing else.

"Let's go."

Throwing the cabinet door shut, Ethan beckoned everyone to leave.

"Officer."

The bald manager noticed that he had taken some things just now, and although he was apprehensive, he still stubbornly blocked the way: "May I ask what you just took away, and which department are you from?" ”

"I beg your pardon, there are some things I need to explain to others."

"Get out of the way."

Ethan lifted his eyelids and glanced coldly.

"It's a reasonable request." The bald manager gritted his teeth, but his body did not move.

"Bang."

The next moment, his body flew into the air again.

The makeup mirror was smashed, and his body fell to the ground with all kinds of cosmetics on the table, and the bald manager couldn't help but let out a violent cough.

Looking at the few strips that swaggered out of the dressing room, his face looked quite painful.

However, I was secretly relieved in my heart.

It's good to take a fall!

If you don't get beaten and let these people leave, then later you will be broken by your hands and feet because of your inability to do things, and compared to that, the pain in your body now is like tickling.

Odori room.

A scanned and printed photo of your ID is posted on the whiteboard.

The avatar is exactly the same.

All with youthful smiles.

"Guess ahead."

Ethan turned the pen in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "These things are Watson's death fuse." ”

When someone has something around them that is completely different from their professional background, it's clear that the stripper is involved in something she shouldn't be tapping.

"Good news."

Rusek ran up the stairs quickly with a few papers: "It seems that we all underestimated this woman, this is the information found by the Financial Crimes Division, it turns out that our Miss Watson is a veteran check fraudster." ”

Distributing the documents one by one, he kept saying:

"Citibank, thirty-five thousand."

"Bank of America, forty-four."

"Get through the bank, fifty-six thousand."

He moved his finger to the last line and said with a sigh: "Especially the last item, the forgery of the treasury check defrauded five hundred and twenty-two thousand dollars, God, this woman is too smart!" ”

"What puzzles me is."

Rusek spread his hands and looked at everyone again: "Since she is so rich, why do she want to be a stripper, do you really like this job?" ”

"Or maybe it's for her sister's tuition?"

"But that's enough!"

As he said the latter sentence, he looked at Erin, who was sitting in a chair.

Tuition fees in the United States are expensive and are notoriously known.

Especially universities.

After graduating, many people have worked for many years to pay off their tuition loans.

So much so that industries like sugar daddy have entered the college campus, and they can pay off their student loans early, or solve the advertising of tuition fees, I have to say, the effect is very good.

A large number of female college students have joined the sugar treasure industry.

"I'm not sure."

Erin furrowed her eyebrows and bit down the beef strips in her mouth: "Sister Watson looks quite plain, not like a rich person. ”

Her and Hoststead's campus tour ended quickly.

She didn't get any useful clues from Watson's sister's mouth, which was what made her feel upset.

"You're wrong."

Antonio looked at the paper in his hand, shook his head and said: "Three thousand five, four thousand four, five thousand six and fifty-two, this money is Watson's, you haven't been doing this job for long, some things are not clear." ”

"I've been in contact with cases of fraud like this before."

"Watson is a pawn, a tool."

"She can only keep 10 percent or even less, and the rest of the money will be handed over to the person in charge behind the scenes."

Pressing the paper on the table, he nodded at Ethan: "I agree with you, these IDs should be the cause of Watson's death, but we need to find out who killed her." ”

"And why did you kill her?"

"Despite doing this kind of thing, Watson shouldn't have ended up like this."

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

Check fraud is just that, it is estimated that it is still used by others, and when this kind of thing comes to the door, to put it bluntly, a stripper has little room for bargaining.

Even if you are caught, you will come out in a few years.

Now he is being subjected to such cruel methods.

"Mafia."

cold, a sentence popped up next to it.

Everyone looked to the side, and Olinsky wrote and drew on the paper with a blank face: "This technique was carried forward by the mafia, and now it is a more old-school style." ”

"Using a beautiful young girl to defraud a banker with a bunch of broken cards."

"Not firearms."

Throwing the things in his hand aside, he raised his head again: "Boshi, let's talk alone?" ”

“OK。”

Ethan shook his head and walked into the office with him.

"This kind of thing, maybe you can find Hank." As soon as the door was closed, Olinsky grabbed the twisted candy and said impatiently, "He may be able to lead us to the murderer." ”

"Why?"

Ethan looked puzzled.

"Mafia."

Horst repeated what he had just said, his expression a little solemn: "Credit card and check fraud are their usual methods. ”

"And Hank, he's good friends with the head of the Chicago Mafia." (End of chapter)