My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Brock and Emmett walked in together.

"The records are almost done, and we haven't gained much."

Brock continued to ask: "Did Proctor and Rebecca provide any clues?"

Ethan threw Hood's cigarette case and said, "No, they are also looking for Solomon."

Brock caught it and sat down on the sofa. "Should we ask the state police to help search."

Hood shook his head, "It's no longer a simple disappearance case. Solomon and Lana's murder are more or less related. Now we need to find clues on Lana's murder case."

At this time, Siobhan walked in hurriedly with the transcript in hand, "I have a clue here."

"Say it quickly." Hood stood up.

Siobhan poked the notebook in his hand with a pen, and then said:

"Lana's sister just told me something. The deceased Lana Collery had an ex-boyfriend."

"Her ex-boyfriend is Tommy Littlestone, who is from the Chino tribe. When Tommy found out that Lana was dating an Amish boy after breaking up with him, he once sent threatening emails to Lana."

Brock's hand shook, the cigarette ashes fell, and he said in a dry voice:

"Isn't this Tommy Littlestone the brother of Cheton Littlestone?"

Siobhan nodded, "I just checked, he is Cheton's brother."

Hood scratched his face with his fingers. "Is that the big guy who showed up at the crime scene today?"

"That's right." Brock licked his dry lips and said:

"Cheton is not an ordinary gangster. He is an old-school man who attaches great importance to the blood purity of Aboriginal people and does not allow gang members to marry foreigners."

"I think if he found out that his brother's ex-girlfriend was dating an Amish boy, it wouldn't be a good look."

Ethan bit the cigarette butt and grinned.

"What are you laughing at?" Siobhan also picked up the cigarette.

Ethan put away his smile. "Although this is a tragedy, I don't know if you have noticed today. When Lana's friend said that Solomon was Lana's date, Bowman reacted excitedly."

The Amish are also extremely conservative and are strictly prohibited from interacting with foreigners.

Now it's a collision between two conservatives, but the result of this forbidden love is that one person dies and the other person is missing.

Brock sighed helplessly, "This is why I told you last night that we were in big trouble. Now those aborigines will definitely take revenge on the Amish."

Siobhan continued: "Lana's sister also told me just now that Tommy Littlestone is now an official member of the Red Bones Gang. In view of this, I think this Tommy has serious suspicions."

Hood stood up and grabbed his duty belt, "Then it seems that we need to talk to this Tommy Littlestone now.

"Oh, Sheriff, wait a minute."

Emmett stretched out his hand to stop Hood and said with a cautious face: "We have no jurisdiction over the Chino Tribe. We cannot do anything in the reservation without a federal search warrant."

Brock sat on the sofa and smoked silently. He knew that this kind of rule was of no use to Hood.

He was just wondering whether he should follow him into this muddy water.

Sure enough, Hood shrugged his shoulders and looked at everyone.

Emmett didn't understand. "What do you want to say?"

Hood shrugged his shoulders, "It's okay. I was wondering which of us has a better relationship with the FBI and can apply for a federal search warrant."

They looked at each other awkwardly and said bluntly that they were all in the middle of the inspection period.

It was a good thing that FBI Special Agent Racine didn't cause trouble for them, let alone apply for a federal search warrant.

After Hood buckled his belt, he looked at the silent people and said with a smile:

"I don't care much about the search warrant. Of course, you can decide for yourself whether you want to go or not. I'll wait for you outside for three minutes."

After Hood left, the office was quiet.

Ethan put out his cigarette butt and walked out. Seeing this, Siobhan quickly followed.

Now only Emmett and Brock are left in the Sheriff's Office.

Emmett leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his head lightly touching the wall.

"We are a team."

Brock puffed away at his cigarette. "I know this."

Emmett stopped touching the wall. "Now a girl is killed and a boy is missing. I won't allow myself to stand by and watch."

Brock's expression was tangled and he didn't speak.

Emmett stood up straight, arranged his equipment, and strode out.

Ethan sat on his Victoria Crown. After Siobhan got in the car, he asked nervously:

"Do you think they'll come out?"

"I don't know." Ethan shook his head, "No matter what choice they make, I can understand it."

Ethan knew what FBI Special Agent Racine was thinking. He was focused on catching rabbits and would not take such small local cases to heart.

If necessary, Racine will take the initiative to help suppress it.

So he didn't care at all. On the contrary, it was Emmett and the others. Although the police chief took the lead, they still had to take certain risks.

"I thought you would think about it." Ethan looked at Siobhan.

"You stood up, didn't you?" Siobhan said firmly: "I also made a promise to Sister Lana that I would help her find the murderer."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine as long as I'm here." Ethan grabbed her hand.

At this time, Emmett pushed open the glass door and strode over.

Ethan reached out of the car window and fist bumped with him. Emmett opened the back door of the car, bent down and sat in.

"Where's Brock?" Ethan turned around and asked.

"Give him some time, I believe he will come back." Emmett clenched his hands into fists and looked nervously at the door of the police station.

After waiting for a while, Ethan nodded to Hood and started the vehicle.

The glass door of the police station was pushed open, and Brock appeared at the door. He was relieved to see that they were still waiting for him.

"You bastards don't want to leave me, do you?" He patted Ethan's hood. "Without me, you wouldn't even be able to find anyone from the Red Bone Gang there.

"Of course, you are our backbone."

Ethan was also very happy when he saw him coming out, smiling and high-fiving him.

Brock lifted his belt with satisfaction, then pulled away Hood's co-pilot and got in.

Emmett rubbed his large palms together happily.

"Come on, let's stretch our muscles."

The two police cars drove quickly along the road, and after a while, they entered the territory of the Chino tribe's settlement.

Ethan slowed down and looked at the tall street sign next to the intersection.

"You have entered the Chino Indian Reservation."

"Warning: Hunting prohibited without tribal permission."

After he and Siobhan looked at each other, he stepped on the accelerator to follow Hood's car in front.

After driving forward for half an hour, I saw some people.

In scattered wooden houses, idle aborigines gathered around the burning garbage dumps and drank wine.

When the people of the Chino Tribe saw the vehicles from the Banshee Town Police Department driving in, many people stood up and cast wary glances.

Several people who were playing basketball on the muddy ground on the side of the road stopped. One of them grabbed the basketball and threw it hard. The basketball hit the car and made a muffled sound.

"Welcome to the residence." Siobhan said silently from the side.