Inside the hospital room.

Ethan was stunned for a moment when he heard Rebecca's words, and then slowly sat back in his chair.

I don't think I went back for a long time.

I usually contact those women occasionally, and I also chat about some personal situations, and I really don't involve the situation in Banshee Town.

It's just that it's not as simple as going back to a case.

He needs to think about it.

"Actually, since Hector died, I felt that something was wrong." With a hint of anger in her eyes, Rebecca slowly shook her head and said, "They did a lot of things out of the ordinary. ”

"The forces of the Salvadorans have become too late to balance the situation, and the Aryan Brotherhood no longer listens to me."

"I can't help it."

She pursed her lips and said silently: "Later, there were all kinds of troubles in the business, until I negotiated a new partner in Indiana, this was an opportunity, and I needed to come to negotiate in person." ”

"It's a trap, they show their fangs completely, but luckily Borden reacts quickly enough!"

As she spoke, Rebecca's mind became messy.

The words were also a little stumbling.

"You can sleep again."

Ethan touched her forehead and smiled, "I'll talk about something when you're ready, don't think about it so much now." ”

I just held on for an hour, and I said a few more words.

Rebecca was visibly losing energy, her eyelids closing slightly as she spoke.

Comforted by him, the Amish girl soon fell into a deep sleep, grabbing Ethan's hand but never letting go.

"Ding."

Press and hold the corner of the badge and flick your finger hard.

The silver pentagram spun rapidly on the desk, and the sunlight shone on it, shining a layer of light.

After a few seconds, the badge staggered and fell.

"Toot toot."

Ethan dialed the video call again and waited for the other side to answer.

"Hey."

The phone was finally connected this time, and Siobhan's happy voice rang: "Why is it so early today, I was busy just now!" ”

The picture is shaking, and the policewoman is still panting.

Her big eyes smiled like a crescent moon: "I'll find a place first, Brock is cursing, he just knocked over the fruit stall and lost a street vendor, he really choked down." ”

"It seems to be a lively early morning."

Looking at the fine sweat on Siobhan's forehead, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and asked, "With his personality, he should be sitting in the office drinking coffee at this time." ”

"Damn it." Siobhan hid in a corner and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Recently, there have been manpower."

"Nothing, is there something wrong with you?"

Halfway through her sentence, she quickly walked around and asked in turn.

"There's not enough manpower, right?"

Ethan shook his head and said helplessly, "Please, there are some things I think you should tell me." ”

"Huh?"

Siobhan stuck out his tongue embarrassedly: "How do you know that Candy is injured, but don't worry, his injuries are not serious, just bandage them in the hospital." ”

"Waterfa?"

Ethan hurriedly lowered his feet from the table and asked anxiously, "Who's going to fetch candy, damn it, it's just an old bartender." ”

I asked about the east, but I didn't expect a west to pop up.

"Okay!"

Siobhan slapped his forehead and said with a wry smile: "It's the Aryan Brotherhood, they made trouble at Davis's Bar, saying that candy and beer are horse urine, and punched him." ”

"We were just chasing one of them."

"It's a pity that he ran away."

From the small to the big, without the restraint of Proct and Rebecca, the law and order situation in Banshee Town has dropped dramatically.

Ethan pursed his lips and asked with a sigh:

"Emmett and Bunker, how are these two guys?"

"Do you know that?" Siobhan's eyes blinked again, his eyes wandering: "Emmett asked me not to tell you, saying that you are also busy in Chicago, and the enemies you need to face are much more difficult than ours here." ”

After a few more conversations, Ethan hung up.

Soon, the phone vibrates.

The female town police officer sent several photos one after another, showing Emmett on crutches and doing rehabilitation exercises.

On the thighs, bandages were tied.

Look like he's pretty much recovered.

Bunker was lying on a hospital bed, which was surrounded by dust-proof plastic sheeting, presumably to create a dust-free environment.

On his chest, a thick ointment was applied.

It looks pretty miserable.

"Don't worry, they're all right." Siobhan's text message followed: "Emmett will be discharged soon, and Bunker will be able to transfer to the general ward in two days." ”

"You have to be careful in Chicago, in prayer for you."

Behind, attached to a little heart.

If Rebecca's words last night made him hesitate in his heart, what he learned now made the balance in his heart more tilted.

Banshee Town, arguably her birthplace.

The Amish girl was right, her home was there, and it was her own town.

Can't let those guys ruin Banshee Town.

"Bang."

He gritted his teeth and slapped the badge on the table.

"Boss."

Hurried footsteps sounded, and Horstead and Erin walked in together, the former shook his head with a calm face and said, "It depends on the situation, we should be being played." ”

"That's right!"

Erin put the report in her hand on the table, frowned, and said, "Whoever confessed to you Kaslo, that person must be playing tricks on you." ”

"The yacht we found."

"Forensic personnel have searched carefully, inside and out, on the deck of the ship, and there is not a trace of blood."

"Are you sure?"

Ethan opened the report: "Could it be that it has been too long to check it out?" ”

"No, it won't."

Horstead pulled out his chair and said in a loud voice: "The forensic personnel said that as long as there is blood on the ship, they will definitely be able to check it, and the most important thing is that the owner of the yacht died two years ago." ”

"There has been no change in ownership, and the parking fees have always been paid in cash."

"To put it simply, this is a ghost ship, and the gang members like to dispose of their property like this, and this is deliberately released for us to close the case!"

"Boss."

Olinski and Rusek also walked into the office, the former taking off his peakbill hat: "I checked with the stripper last night, and her expression told me that she was not lying, and that it was true that Watson and Kaslow had an argument." ”

On the one hand, it doesn't matter, and on the other hand, it matters.

Ethan reluctantly picked up the lighter, shook out a cigarette and lit it, trying to sort out the situation in between.

"Oh roar~~~"

The rat walked in with a wad of paper and was taken aback by the number of people inside: "Guys, is this party?" ”

"What's your news?"

Rubbing his temples, Ethan let out a puff of smoke.

"Interesting news."

The mouse sent out the paper, shook his head with a smile, and said, "I would never have guessed that our Mr. Kaslow is still a skilled dater!" ”

(End of chapter)