Wine and Gun

They still don't know what logic the Westland pianist followed to choose these "sinners" as his prey.

But during the interrogation, one person received extra careful attention from Officer Hardy—that person was the younger brother of Big Norman, another gang leader, Thomas Norman.

"Mr. Norman," Inspector Hardy asked cautiously, his hands resting on the tabletop in a steady tower. "Where were you between eight and twelve last night?"

"I'm with my girlfriend, just waiting outside for questioning, the one with black hair and big breasts." Thomas Norman said with a smile, making a frivolous gesture, "What, officer? You suspect me to kill Did you miss my brother?"

Officer Hardy stared at him. "You're not very sad about your brother's tragic death."

Thomas Norman twitched the corners of his mouth and gave Hardy a savage smile: "Not surprising, right—I know how you deal with these slips, and what you'll ask. So I'll just say it straight: no Wrong, my brother has a lot of enemies. He has as many enemies as we have. But some people will tell you that his biggest enemy is me."

"Are you admitting to me that you and your brother are not on good terms?" Hardy raised his eyebrows.

"Anyway, if you ask others, others will tell you." Thomas Norman shrugged nonchalantly, "My brother is a coward, police officer, you know that we have recently been a little unhappy with others on some issues..."

Officer Hardy snorted: he knew the kind of unpleasantness, the kind of unpleasantness that led to a gang fight involving fifty people three weeks ago, and those bastards shot hundreds of bullets down the street in broad daylight .

"Are you saying you're responsible for the shooting three weeks ago?" Hardy raised his voice.

"No! I didn't." Thomas Norman laughed, "I'm saying that we had some unpleasantness with our 'business partner', and my brother, in a very reckless and weak way of dealing with things, is going to take our property It's ruined - so if you ask 'opposite', some people will tell you that the relationship between the two of us is too bad; they will tell you that we two argue, Throwing things at each other and threatening to kill them."

Hardy looked at him quietly: "But?"

"But I didn't kill my brother." Thomas Norman pretended to stand up and tidied up his cuffs, "Of course, I'm very happy that dear Rick died. The most self-aware part of a person is not being able to Died at the right time? - Now, if I don't get arrested, I have to go and deal with some... you know, business issues. If you have more questions, our family's lawyer happens to be your witness. In the list, you can just talk to him directly."

The guy winked a single eye at Hardy and walked out triumphantly.

"Arrogant guy."

——Outside the single-sided mirror glass of the interrogation room, Albarino was watching the scene of the questioning inside, he commented in a low voice.

"He's not a murderer," Olga said quietly, shrugging his shoulders. "Look at his complacent look, he's at best a self-centered megalomaniac; The perverted killer of the pianist Stellan. Of course, if the dead man hadn't died at the hands of the pianist, I would have been the first to suspect that he sent someone to kill his brother."

Albarino nodded in approval. He pressed his fingertips against the cold glass and watched as Hardy, who was extremely tired, called the last person in. They asked around and found almost nothing, and no one noticed where and with whom Richard Norman's last stop was before he disappeared, and no one found any suspicious figures appearing by Norman's side.

Hardy's exhaustion was evident in the slight bow of his spine, but he was quick to sit up when the last man came in.

The last man who came in was the man in the meticulous suit, and now Albarino knew why he looked so mean: because he looked like the kind of bastard who came out of the TV and held back law enforcement. lawyer jīngying - a jerk jīngying lawyer who fits the stereotype perfectly.

Look at the facts now, he has really poor taste in selecting clients for himself.

The well-mannered-looking fellow sat across from Hardy, looking like a large glittering blemish in the simply furnished interrogation room. Hardy's eyes swept over the information book in front of him and asked, "Mr. Armalette, how long have you been a lawyer for the Norman Brothers?"

"It's been about five or six years, since my office opened." The lawyer replied, leaning back slightly, sitting in the chair safely and calmly, and even allowed himself to hang up a little politeness. Cold smile.

"Oh." Olga whispered.

"What's wrong?" Albarino couldn't help asking.

"I remember who this person is. His name is Herstal Armalet. I have seen him several times when I testified in court before." Olga frowned, and her voice sounded only slightly. Thought, "Bart wouldn't like this guy, the cops would say he's a pretty annoying guy, the type of guy who sells his conscience for money - if he really has one - his clients forever It's full of defendants on the bench, mostly gang members; and his firm's selling point is doing whatever it takes to exonerate its clients."

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