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After some small talk, the atmosphere in the Chase Room became lively.

Horsted and others expressed their disdain for Rusek's drinking capacity.

Rusek was unable to resist, so he could only raise his hands and admit defeat.

Olinsky curiously inquired about what happened last night, and laughed out loud when he heard that Rusek had vomited crazily as soon as he walked out of the nightclub, and later almost vomited on the mobile vehicle.

Interestingly, Ethan knew they must be very curious about their finances.

But no one mentioned this topic. They firmly suppressed their curiosity and did not ask any questions.

After all, this is a very personal matter and they are very discreet.

The noisy scene didn't stop until Hank walked out of the office.

"Let's get down to business."

Hank clapped his hands: "What did you gain last night?"

Ethan looked at the few of them, and Eileen arranged the things in her hands and walked towards the corner.

"We got lucky last night."

She pushed the whiteboard over and pasted the two photos: "These are Badman and Stokely, both of whom have a history of robbery and prostitution."

“They ran a car repair shop together.”

Ethan had an impression of the two black men who had sat next to Snyder last night.

"Given Snyder's background."

Eileen took a photo: "It's normal for such people to appear around him. They should be his subordinates."

"But the appearance of one person was very strange."

Erin picked up another photo and posted it on the whiteboard. This time it was of a black woman. The photo looked like an ID photo.

"I remember this guy."

Ethan clicked with his pen and asked: "She didn't stay long, she left after saying a few words to Snyder."

"What's so special about her?"

"You have a very good memory." The corners of Eileen's mouth turned up, but she thought of something and then turned cold: "This woman's name is Connie."

"No criminal record, only one traffic violation, very clean background."

"Interestingly enough, this Connie is from the Department of Children and Family Services."

Everyone took a breath of air and looked at each other.

A Department of Children and Family Services worker meets a criminal who uses children to transport souvenirs at a late-night club.

The two of them couldn't just chat. What happened in between was so chilling.

"This woman is a key surveillance target."

Hank's voice sounded hoarse, and he looked at Antonio: "Find a way to find her private number, apply to the court, and investigate her call records."

"Copy that." Antonio squeezed the pencil.

"Are there any clues worth following up on?" Hank looked at Erin again.

"That's all for now."

Erin returned to her seat and sat down.

"Let's arrange it this way." Hank issued the task: "Olinsky, Rusek, you two will keep an eye on the car repair shop and observe for abnormalities."

"Ethan, Erin, follow Connie."

"Horsted, you and I follow Snyder, everyone move."

Half an hour later, Erin drove her car outside the Department of Children and Family Services building and stopped in the shade.

Connie's vehicle, parked just in front, was a silver BMW.

Depending on the model, it’s not very expensive.

With a normal salary as a Child and Family Services worker, you can drive a car like this, but this is not normal.

The reason is very simple. Can a person who earns one hundred a day have the ability to spend fifty on a meal?

Of course there is, but that's not the right choice.

This Connie's financial condition must be very comfortable.

The two of them just watched quietly, and Irene didn't speak. She was in a bad mood today.

"Do you want it?" Ethan took out beef jerky from his pocket.

"Need not."

Eileen refused succinctly, with a cold expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Ethan was chewing beef jerky slowly.

"It's okay, sorry."

We were all colleagues. Erin realized that her mood was wrong and smiled slightly.

"Do not apologize."

Ethan stared out the window: "We are temporary partners. If you have anything, you can tell me."

"Do you have a family?" Erin said silently.

"That's what you asked." Ethan choked, "It's hard for me to answer."

"sorry."

Erin quickly explained: "I mean, how is your relationship with your family?"

"Very sad." Ethan shook his head:

"I thought you were unhappy when you saw me going home with two girls last night, but you asked me this."

A subtle crunching sound was heard.

Ethan turned around and found Irene looking like she was gritting her teeth.

"Sorry, let's liven up the atmosphere." The corner of Ethan's mouth turned up: "My relationship with my family is not bad. They float above and I walk on the ground."

"No one interferes with each other."

"ah?"

Erin was confused.

He sighed, shrugged and said, "It's just me, do you understand?"

The car became silent, and a few minutes later, Irene said quietly:

"IM about the same."

"ah?"

This time it was Ethan's turn to look confused, it was almost the same, if it was there, it was there, if it wasn't, it was not, it could still be more or less the same.

But thinking that she was an adopted daughter, Ethan reacted.

Erin changed the subject: "Do you know why Hank didn't participate in the operation last night?"

"It's a small operation, it's not necessary for everyone to be present."

Ethan took out another piece of beef jerky: "Isn't Olinsky here too?"

"His son."

Erin shook her head: "Justin is out of jail."

"That's really a good thing." Ethan didn't know this, but it was Hank's family matter, and it was normal not to talk about it outside.

Knowing that she might be moved by the scene, Ethan grabbed her hand and felt it was cold:

"Do not be sad."

"I believe your biological parents must still be alive. If you are so good, they must also be good people."

Eileen's hand retracted as if she was electrocuted.

She smiled awkwardly and said: "I think this is unlikely."

At this moment, a black woman in her thirties walked quickly down the steps from the front door of the Welfare Department in the distance.

"Target appears."

Ethan recognized Connie at a glance. She was wearing a long trench coat and holding a handbag.

It can be seen from the way she walks that she is a confident and successful working woman. It is hard to tell that such a person can do such dirty things behind her back.

The BMW quickly started and left the Welfare Department.

Erin waited a few seconds and quickly turned the wheel.

Ethan glanced at the BMW in front of him, then lowered his head to look through the information in his hand.

Connie's job is mainly to find suitable foster homes for children whose family situations are particularly bad and whose guardians are unable to fulfill their obligations.

For example, one parent is in prison, the other is an addict, and there are no reliable relatives.

They will take the child away forcibly and change the living environment.

Until the guardian proves that he has the ability and conditions to provide normal support.

If they guessed correctly, Connie used the power in her hands to select suitable targets for the silencer.

The main question now is where those children are.

With such a person helping, there are more than just five or six children involved.

With so many people, it is difficult to hide them perfectly, and there will definitely be clues.

"Wherever she goes later."

Ethan looked at Eileen and said in a deep voice: "You have to pass by where she is and try to stay as close to the roadside as possible."

This request is somewhat inexplicable.

However, Erin nodded and steadily kept up with the silver BMW in front of her.

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