My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"This is Phillips."

"Um."

After a while of humming, Phillips hung up the phone.

"There are very few traces of the man we're looking for, Declan Bode."

"No address, no relatives."

"The only good news is that he has a criminal record. He was convicted of rape in Linxian fifteen years ago."

He rummaged through his phone again: "But the victim's name and information have been sealed."

"Can you find any information about the victim?" Hank folded his hands on his chest:

"Maybe she knows something."

"Of course." Phillips gestured with the hand holding the phone: "We only need the judge's authorization and according to the procedures, we will be able to get the victim's detailed information tomorrow."

"Fortunately, I have a good relationship with the federal judge."

"Just make a call and wait for ten minutes."

Before Phillips could make the call, Ethan's cell phone rang.

He walked to the side and saw a call from Rivera.

After a while, he hung up the phone and walked back to the Chevrolet SUV: "Unfortunately, I have something to do and I can't be with you anymore."

"Do you need help?"

Phillips asked eagerly as he put away his phone.

"No, it's a small matter." Ethan looked at Hank again: "Look for more clues and find that bastard as soon as possible."

"We will."

Hank put his hands in his pockets and nodded with a smile.

Driving the Dodge Challenger, Ethan returned to the flower shop more than 20 minutes later.

There was a truck parked at the door, and Rivera was standing behind the car anxiously. When she saw Ethan coming, her expression became more relaxed.

"What's wrong?"

Ethan closed the door and looked at the truck.

The tailgate above has been opened, containing half of the car's contents.

"The unloader twisted his waist and couldn't continue working." Rivera said hurriedly: "These are all shelves. People from the store will come and install them later."

Ethan slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "Is this the emergency you are talking about?"

"Of course it is. Banshee Town is not like my place, where workers are everywhere." Rivera kissed Ethan and pushed him behind the truck:

"Please, the installers don't care about unloading. Hurry up."

"As soon as they came over, they had to leave if they couldn't start work on time, and things were delayed for another day."

If you have a strong labor force at hand, it will be in vain if you don't use it.

Ethan had no choice but to get into the car and roll up his sleeves.

After working for ten minutes, he moved everything in the car into the flower shop.

Because the pots and jars need to be placed, the things I buy are relatively solid. The shelves held up by paper are extremely heavy, so it’s no wonder that the loaders and unloaders will reach their waists.

After coming back and working hard for a while, he also broke into a thin layer of sweat.

After taking the coffee from Rivera, Ethan sat down on the sofa:

"Where's Daria?"

I hadn't noticed just now that Rivera was the only one working in the flower shop.

"have no idea."

After finishing the matter, Rivera also sat at the workbench with peace of mind and learned to arrange flowers: "Two hours ago, she called me and said she was coming over."

"Could something be delayed?"

Rivera picked up the mobile phone beside her and said, "She has been busy just now. Let me ask her."

After a while, she put down her phone:

"Shut down."

"Um?"

Ethan also took out his cell phone and called Rivera, and sure enough, a blind tone came out.

Rivera picked up the scissors: "Is it because the phone battery is out of battery?"

"Let me go out and look for it."

Ethan stood up and put his phone in his pocket: "I'm worried about what happened in town recently."

"Me too." Rivera stopped what she was doing.

"No, I can do it alone." Ethan quickly walked out of the flower shop.

"Remember to keep in touch on the phone." Rivera shouted worriedly.

The recent serial killings of young and beautiful women have caused a lot of discussion, and she has heard about it.

Ethan waved his hand, turned around and got into the car.

First, Myers Restaurant asked, but they all said they had not seen Dahlia.

Soon I arrived at her house again, but there was no one in the house.

After asking neighbors and knocking on several doors, someone finally said they saw her driving away two hours ago.

Back at Dalia's house, Ethan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the empty room.

It was no longer as usual now. She could not have been targeted by the murderer. Dalia's characteristics were highly consistent with those of the previous three victims.

In desperation, he took out his cell phone.

"Ethan, what's the matter?"

Soon, Jiabo's yawning voice came over the phone.

Ethan asked hurriedly: "In case of emergency, is there any way to track the location of the mobile phone signal? It is turned off."

"sure."

Hearing that it was an emergency, Jaber's voice became sober: "But you can't remove the phone card, otherwise there's nothing I can do."

"Okay, please remember the number."

Ethan quickly reported the number: "Hurry up, how long does it take."

"Fifteen minutes, just wait, motherfucker."

After Jiabo said something, the phone beeped and hung up.

Hoping that he was just overthinking it, he put the phone back in his pocket and drove along the route from Dalia's house to the flower shop without seeing her vehicle.

The Dodge Challenger stopped far away from the flower shop. When he saw the empty shop entrance, Ethan silently lit a cigarette.

I glanced at my watch and saw that the time was about the same.

Just as he was about to pick up the phone, Jiabo's call started ringing:

"You are lucky. The phone is turned off but the card is not pulled out. I will send you the address now."

"Okay, hurry up."

After hanging up the phone, a text message tone immediately rang.

When he clicked on the text message and looked at it, Ethan was stunned. The address was in Lin County, on the border with Banshee Town.

Why is she traveling so far for no reason? Her phone is still turned off, something must have happened.

Ethan quickly started the vehicle and drove to the address Jabo sent, which was half an hour's drive away.

Grabbing the steering wheel, he called Phillips. If he guessed correctly, he and Hank were in that county now, but their location was unknown.

You can contact the two of them first and ask them to help go to that address to have a look.

On the phone, there was a shutdown sound.

Ethan glanced at the number and saw that it was correct. He dialed again, but the phone was still turned off in the same way.

"Farke."

He stepped on the accelerator and quickly clicked on Jiabo's number.

"Why, wasn't it sent to you?" There was some noise on Jiabo's end, and brisk music sounded.

Ethan said helplessly: "Help me track the location of a mobile phone number. It's turned off."

The music suddenly stopped, and Jiabo became irritable:

"Walter, why do these words sound so familiar?"

Ethan passed a car in front of him: "I'm serious, write down the number."

Jiabo sighed: "You said, I'm right next to the computer, and the hacked system hasn't exited yet. This time it will be quick."

After Ethan reported the number, the phone was quiet for a while.

"Fuck, why are you asking me to locate an FBI special agent's cell phone?"

After Jia Bo cursed angrily, he persuaded him earnestly: "You have only been inactive for more than a month. Can you please take a moment?"

"Calm down."

Ethan continued to explain: "This is a friend, what's the gain?"

"You still have friends in the FBI?"

Jiabo's voice became even more surprised: "Congratulations, I don't know if it's bad news or good news. It's the same address as just now."

Didn’t Phillips go to find the victim of the rape case? How could he be in the same place as the missing Dalia?

"Shet."

He patted the steering wheel hard and said hurriedly:

"Jiabo, I need you to immediately investigate all the information about the owner of that place."

"receive."

Jiabo replied calmly: "I'm already checking, wait a moment."

Ethan now has to suspect that Dahlia was kidnapped by the murderer of the serial murder case, and something happened to Phillips and Hank.