Chapter 83 The first confrontation between Weng and his son-in-law (please subscribe!!)

"Please come with us."

"..."

Hawke, who rolled down the window, stared at the policewoman who appeared in front of him.

"Detective Kate Beckett."

Hawk thought for a moment, opened the car door, and got out: "Really?"

Beckett looked at Hawke who got out of the car: "Do you know me?"

Hawke smiled: "I heard it from Gwen, so I guessed it."

"Your intuition is very accurate."

"Thanks."

Hawke smiled slightly: "Can I ask, what is the reason for this?"

"A case."

"What case?"

"Feel sorry."

Beckett also smiled slightly and said, "You will know this when you come back with us."

When Hawke saw this, he didn't force it.

"Okay, you and I..."

"no!"

"Lorna."

Lorna walked out of the driver's seat and ran to Hawke, glaring at Beckett with her hair faintly green: "My brother will not go anywhere unless you tell me clearly what kind of law my brother has broken.

"

Beckett's eyes fell on Lorna.

She could clearly feel the hostility released from Lorna.

Undisguised hostility.

The gun on his waist trembled faintly.

"Lorna."

Hawke pulled Lorna, then smiled apologetically at Beckett and said, "Sorry, Detective Beckett, can you give me a moment so I can talk to my sister?"

Beckett came back to his senses and nodded: "Of course, we just want to ask Mr. Dane to go back to investigate. If Mr. Dane doesn't want to go, he can refuse."

Hawke smiled and said: "It is the duty of every citizen to help the police station. Moreover, I have not broken any laws, so why should I refuse? Besides, it is a good thing to be able to skip class legally and openly."

Beckett: "..."

After Hawke finished speaking, he pulled aside Lorna, who wished her hair would turn green and asked Beckett to commit suicide.

"Don't make trouble, go back to school and ask for a leave for me."

"no."

"Um?"

"Who knows if these police officers can't find the murderer and are looking for you as a scapegoat? These guys are all the same."

"The NYPD is different."

Hawke laughed and looked at the nervous Lorna: "At least, George is different from this Beckett, not the police officers we know."

As an orphan, especially two orphans with handsome men and women running around all over the federation, from a certain point of view, they are a very suitable commodity.

Lorna curled her lips: "No, I'm worried about you."

Hawke shook his head: "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Don't worry. Remember to go to school and ask for a leave for me. I'll be back in the afternoon."

"……real?"

"certainly."

Hawk looked at the expression on Lorna's face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at Lorna seriously: "I swear."

Lorna hesitated to speak.

but……

after awhile.

Lorna drove the yellow Chevrolet underneath her and left the street.

Hawke withdrew his gaze, walked to the side of the parked car, opened the passenger door, sat in, looked at Kate Beckett, who just talked to Lorna without disturbing them, and said: "Officer Beckett, thank you, we

You can go."

Beckett saw this and started the car.

"You and your sister have a really good relationship."

"certainly."

When Hawke heard this, he glanced at Beckett who was speaking, and said with a smile: "She is my sister. I believe in her without reservation, just as she believes in me without reservation."

Beckett smiled and nodded without saying anything.

Half an hour later.

New York Police Department, Twelve Precinct.

trial room!

This is not the first time Hawke has come here.

Came here some time ago.

but……

Sit on the chair, not in a hurry, without any tasks, and seriously appreciate the interrogation room. This is actually my first time here.

Hawke, who was sitting in the interrogation room, looked curiously at the room, which was neither too big nor too small. Everything seemed to be very novel.

Especially opposite him, there was a glass window that looked like a mirror.

Behind this one-way glass.

In the observation room.

George crossed his arms and stared at Hawke, who was sitting in the interrogation room through the one-way glass in front of him, without saying a word, looking calm and self-confident and giving people a deep feeling.

at this time.

The door to the observation room was pushed open.

George turned to look at Beckett who walked in, and held out his right hand.

"material."

"At this."

Beckett handed the information he had just obtained to George: "It's still short of Colorado."

George glanced at Beckett, took the information, and started reading.

"Isn't the Denver Police Department not cooperating?"

"No."

Beckett walked to George's side and explained: "We looked for it in Denver, but we couldn't find Hawke's birth information."

George looked up.

"Can't find it? Lost it?"

"It's possible."

Beckett nodded and said: "At the end of 1988, there was a fire in Denver's archive database. Although most of the information was rescued, a small part of the information was still burned.

Afterwards, the city of Denver thought about making up the record, but at that time, Hawke had been adopted by a couple, so the city of Denver did not have any files on Hawke’s voice.”

Fire.

1998?

The year Hawke was adopted at age four?

With this in mind, George looked up at Hawke, who was sitting in the interrogation room on the other side of the glass. He didn't look nervous at all, but looked down at his nails.

"Did you find the information about that couple?"

"found it."

Beckett turned over the information in George's hand and said, "However, the information about this couple has not been updated since 1999, and they seem to have disappeared."
To be continued...