My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan nodded, then looked into Miranda's eyes.

"how about you?"

Miranda's eyes evaded, "I don't understand what you mean."

Ethan knocked on the table lightly and asked in a deep voice: "You said those girls are afraid of Proctor and won't tell us anything."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Proctor's power is too powerful. He controls almost everything here." Miranda slowly put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Not everything, at least not including me." Ethan smiled, threw the cigarette case directly in front of her and continued:

"And you?"

Miranda took out the cigarette, took the lighter and lit it. She was silent for a while and then said:

"I only belong to myself, and I am not a toy manipulated by anyone."

"I am a single mother with children to take care of at home. I need money, but I can't do anything else but work at the Savoyard Gentlemen's Club."

Ethan nodded to express understanding.

There are many like her. In fact, in the United States, although the work content of strippers is not very serious, it is indeed a serious job.

There are even some female students who are admitted to college, but because they cannot afford the high fees, they choose to work in strip clubs to earn tuition. This kind of thing happens from time to time.

Miranda picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then said in a dry voice:

"After working at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club for a while, he called me to his house, and I still do that, four times a week."

"Every time he would make us wear those Amish hoods and treat us like playthings."

Ethan understood what she meant, but at this time he could only ask expressionlessly:

"Then did he give you money?"

"Yes, but he said it was a gift."

Unexpectedly, Proctor was so impeccable in his work. He steeled himself and asked:

"What will happen if you don't agree to his request?"

Miranda's breathing became heavier and she pinched the cigarette in her hand.

"Anyone who refused his demands was fired. He raped me."

"Strong women fucked me many times and I had to accept that I needed to make money and support my children."

"calm down."

Ethan quickly reassured her, "I didn't comment on you. You didn't do anything wrong. Proctor coerced you, but we can't arrest him for the things you said."

A serious stripper is just a dancer, and most of them can only watch but not get started.

It is also a job for others to work in the club. It is illegal for Proctor to use his power to coerce them, but after giving money, it becomes a transaction.

Proctor also claimed that the money given was a gift, which turned it into a consensual act.

This alone can't do anything to him.

Miranda licked her nails hard and said angrily:

"If I give you some useful information, can you make sure you send him to jail?"

Ethan spread his hands and said, "It depends on what information you provide?"

Miranda asked hesitantly: "Do you need me to testify in court then?"

"You know I have a child. I can't testify in court. Before your police station arrested Proctor, all the people who testified in court disappeared."

"I don't even know what you're going to say."

Ethan shook his head helplessly and took out his mobile phone, "Wait a moment, someone can give you this answer."

After the text message was sent, Hood opened the partition door and walked in not long after.

Ethan stood up and went up to him, explaining the current situation clearly to him. Hood walked to Miranda and sat down.

He scratched his head, looked at Miranda and said seriously:

"Your name is Miranda, right?"

"I'm Sergeant Lucas Hood of the Banshee Police Department."

"If the information you have is enough to send Proctor to jail, I promise you that we will do everything we can to keep you out of it and keep you safe to the best of our ability."

Miranda looked at him, then turned to look at Ethan standing aside.

Ethan stepped closer, put his hand on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes.

"I also promise you that I won't let anything happen to you and your child."

Miranda picked up the water glass in front of her, drank all the water in one breath, and then squeezed the disposable water bottle flat with both hands.

"There was a man who was a customer of the club."

"I used to date him a lot. He was Proctor's man and was responsible for transporting goods for Proctor."

"When the man was drinking, he would often brag about working for Proctor."

"I once heard him mention that Proctor had a place dedicated to making pills, and the production, packaging, and transportation were all done in that place."

Hood's eyes lit up. This was Proctor's workshop.

He and Ethan looked at each other, stood up immediately, put their hands on the table, "Do you know his name?"

Miranda said slowly: "Matt Sharp."

"Thank you, you helped us a lot." Hood said excitedly.

"Remember what you promised me, I don't want to hear my name appear in this matter." Miranda stood up with her satchel and continued to face Hood:

"Do what you have to do, send Proctor to jail."

"Don't worry, I will."

Hood sat down and lit a cigarette.

"Wait a minute." Ethan saw Miranda walking out and quickly stopped her.

"Is there anything else?"

"I'm going out with you for your safety."

Miranda realized what she was doing and stopped quickly. After Ethan stepped forward and grabbed her arm, the two of them walked out together.

Pushing Miranda into the temporary detention room, Ethan called another stripper to come out and continued the interrogation.

Stop interrogating Miranda as soon as she is interrogated, and even a fool knows there is something wrong with her.

The rest of the work ended step by step, and Proctor's lawyer quickly arrived at the police station.

Hood had already obtained the key clues, and without getting into too much trouble with him, he simply let everyone go.

After all the arrested people left, the police station returned to its usual quiet state.

After a night of working with more than a dozen strippers, everyone was dizzy.

Brock went to the coffee machine to get a cup of coffee, slumped down in his seat, and raised the notebook in his hand high.

"I don't get anything here. Most people claim they don't know about Proctor's group buying silver. They were just dancing in the club."

"Other smart people didn't even admit it until the lawyers got there."

Emmett also raised his arms and said dullly: "Me too."

Siobhan raised his hand, "It's the same here, nothing gained."

After Siobhan finished speaking, the office area became quiet, except for the sound of a lighter clicking and smoke rising.

Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke and picked up the coffee cup.

The sound of chairs moving quickly sounded, and Siobhan and others stood up one after another, looking at Ethan with bright eyes.