My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"No."

Mrs. Caston waved her hand quickly: "I am a housewife."

"My husband is a good gentleman. He usually speaks very quietly, and he is less likely to quarrel with others."

Ethan ignored her and looked at Gary.

Even if they sleep together, it doesn't mean that she understands her husband.

When handling a case, all aspects must be considered thoroughly and no doubts should be overlooked.

"My wife was right."

Gary shook his head: "I can't think of anyone I know who could do such a thing."

"All right."

Ethan closed the notebook: "Can you give me a recent photo of Casey?"

"No problem at all."

Mrs. Caston quickly took out her mobile phone: "I took this picture of him in the morning."

On the screen, there is a cute little boy with blond hair, wearing a Superman costume and a red cape on the back.

Ethan took out his phone, took a picture of the screen, and sent it to Gene.

The latter will send the photo to all corners of the city, including the news media, where it will be broadcast throughout the city.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Just leave the rest to us."

Hank, who had been standing silently behind just now, stepped forward. He took out his business card from his arms and handed it to Mrs. Caston: "If you still think of anything, you can call me at any time."

"I will." Mrs. Caston held the business card in her hand and said excitedly:

"Please, we must bring Casey back."

The two walked out of the house together, and Ethan pressed the intercom to tell Platt the physical characteristics of Kathy Caston.

After a while, the intercom on the shoulder of the patrol officer next to him rang.

The content reported by the main station inside was exactly what he had just learned.

I have to admit that when it comes to children, the efficiency displayed by these people is indeed frightening.

"Hey."

Antonio and Sumner came over: "We walked around the neighborhood. There are no surveillance cameras here."

Unsurprisingly, in a neighborhood like this, it is strange to have cameras.

"Everyone in the circle has asked."

The remaining four people walked back one after another. Olinsky patted the record book and continued: "I didn't see any suspicious people or vehicles."

"Inform the patrol team to send additional manpower to several nearby areas."

Hank waved his hand and continued: "Take out all the surveillance cameras that can be found nearby and investigate step by step."

"I'll contact the helicopter, and the aerial search will follow."

Calling a helicopter is not an exaggeration, it is a routine procedure.

Helicopters can be arranged for high-speed pursuits, and Amber Alerts are certainly no problem.

Everyone dispersed. Ethan looked around and saw that these guys only left him here.

Putting away the notebook, he crossed directly across the street.

There is a lonely small building with a white exterior wall. There are two or three dead trees in the yard, and there is a viaduct about ten meters away.

"Bump bump bump."

Ethan knocked on the door, maybe the people here noticed something.

"coming."

There was a crisp sound inside, and the door opened with a click.

"Chicago police."

Ethan showed his police badge and looked at the people inside.

The person who opened the door was a blond white girl, sixteen or seventeen years old, who looked very pure and a little delicate.

She was wrapped in a small piece of white bath towel.

The chest is slightly bulging, and the skin on the shoulders is fair and delicate, with a few drops of water on it.

"Hi!"

When the white girl saw Ethan, her eyes suddenly lit up, and when she noticed the police badge hanging on his belt, she even became a little wet.

"How can I help you, officer."

This white girl held on to the wall next to her with one hand and struck an awkward pose.

The towel slid off following her movements, without any threads underneath.

Youth, sunshine.

Not big, but very inviting.

"Oh hiss."

Before he could speak, the white girl slowly knelt down and picked up the towel. At the same time, she turned around and shouted: "Hey, idiot, this police officer saw me like this, do you want to teach him a lesson?"

I don’t know what happened, but Ethan is not false at all.

He watched intently as the girl rewrapped the towel around her body.

"Feel sorry!"

In the living room next to him, a middle-aged white man walked over quickly, his face full of embarrassment: "I am Eddie Jackson."

"This is my daughter, Karen."

"She is stuck in the rebellious period of youth. Please forgive her for her behavior just now."

"Fakeyu."

The white girl Karen raised her middle finger at him: "You are in the rebellious stage of youth. I will continue to take a shower now and find a banana to eat later."

"What do you think, Daddy!!!"

After saying the harsh words, she licked her lips at Ethan and ran up the stairs next to her.

While running, a touch of gold loomed.

This isn't called the youthful rebellious period, it's almost the explosive period.

Ethan breathed out, looked at the middle-aged man with twitching eyes in front of him, shrugged and said, "Sorry, I didn't see anything."

"You should know what happened across the way, right?"

"I just want to ask a few questions and take up your time."

"Waterfa!"

A loud bang sounded from inside, and Frank walked out with a plate of scrambled eggs, shouting in shock: "It's you."

His fingers trembled: "I just said that I seemed to see you just now."

"Hou Li Xie Te, are you a policeman?"

"Jesus."

Frank was spinning around excitedly as he spoke: "You're a fucking policeman."

"Why are you here?"

Seeing his homely appearance, Ethan asked curiously.

Frank jumped on the spot a few times before he calmed down. He pushed his messy hair back and introduced stammeringly: "This is my friend, Eddie."

“By the way, this is Sheila.”

A middle-aged white woman walked out, holding a spatula in her hand, and cautiously greeted Ethan.

His demeanor and behavior are very strange, and he feels like he is very repulsive to strangers.

"She's Eddie's wife."

Frank put his arms around Sheila's waist and said coquettishly: "He is also my life partner."

Ethan didn't bother to think about the twists and turns in between. He had already learned from Fiona that her father was afraid of big evils and constantly committed small evils. His daily life was all about cheating and cheating.

So he didn't bother to care about these things and looked directly at Eddie:

"Did you notice anything unusual this morning? Like strangers or something like that."

"No."

Regarding Frank hugging his wife, Eddie was unfazed. He shook his head: "I didn't see anything. The police have already asked about it before."

"OK, thanks."

Ethan closed the notebook and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Frank put the breakfast plate on the table next to him and rushed forward quickly: "There is an unsettled score between us."

He gritted his teeth and looked at Ethan: "I know you and Fiona are having an affair."

"Then you must have met Kevin and Veronica too."

Frank was so distressed that it was hard to breathe: "So last time, at the Aleb Bar, you and Kevin defrauded me of hundreds of dollars."

"Please."

Ethan spread his hands and said with an innocent look: "Why do you say that, aren't we friends?"

"Didn't you invite me to drink that night?"

"When you say this, you disrespect the friendship between us."

"I don't listen to these nonsense." Frank looked at him directly and stretched out his palm: "Pay back the money."