Wine and Gun

Albarino nodded: "It's not impossible, he needs money to escape - based on what I know about Bart and the others, will the police agree to this request? Then arrest them at the time of the ransom?"

Herstal nodded: "Yes, but... Martin Jones apparently asked me in the extortion call, and he asked me to go to the designated place to pay the ransom."

Note:

[1] Guilty defense means that on the premise of acknowledging the defendant's crime (it may be the crime charged by the prosecution; it may also be disapproval of the crime charged by the prosecution, but at the same time it is believed that the defendant constitutes other crimes), and the defendant is guilty of a minor crime. sentencing defense.

The defense of innocence is the belief that the defendant did not commit a crime at all or did not constitute the crime charged by the prosecution.

[2] By observing the bony surface of the pubic symphysis, the sex and age of the deceased can be determined. Cooking the symphysis pubis allows the muscle tissue, cartilage, and periosteum on the bone to be stripped more easily.

[3] "Confidence is man's greatest enemy."

——Shakespeare's Macbeth, translated by Zhu Shenghao.

Chapter 9 A Confession to Persephone 03

"I really don't think it's a good idea," Olga said. "Why did that Jones specifically ask you to go?"

They went all the way to the parking lot with Herstal, and apparently the lawyer was going to go to the police station to meet up with Officer Hardy and them, and then—deliver a lot of money to that Martin Jones, which sounds like It's a life-threatening job.

Herstal opened the car door vigorously: "It may be because he came to our office to make a fuss after his daughter was imprisoned six months ago. At that time, I came forward to persuade him to leave: he wanted to appeal at that time. , Davis and I got him off that idea."

"So he's clearly blaming you for his daughter's death, and I thought he shot you at noon this afternoon was unintentional. He's probably going to kill you, you know?" Albarino pointed out. .

"Then what can be done? He still has a hostage in his hands, the only daughter of my staff, and my staff is still lying in the intensive care unit." Herstal frowned and retorted, "I still have Any other options?"

They were deadlocked for two seconds, and finally Albarino took a step back as if compromising: "Okay, okay, remember to tell Bart for me that I tried to stop you."

If nothing else - most importantly, he really doesn't want the material he just picked to be shot dead in the blink of an eye by a tasteless kidnapper and ransomman, and Albarino really hates changing his over and over again. Those to-dos, the Westland pianist killing him and crashing the car was enough for him.

Herstal stared fixedly at him, the man's blue iris always looking mean because of its pale color, and now the eyes were a gentle green under the dim streetlights. brown. He paused, seemingly meaningfully, and then said to Albarino, "Do you really think I'm completely unfeeling?"

"You don't feel anything at all about what you're doing, do you?"—they ended up going back to the subject anyway.

The perverted murderer Mr. Albarino Bacchus was unmoved, and even wanted to applaud the brilliant acting of the person in front of him. I just don't know if Olga will eat this set, but that's another question.

He and Olga stood on the edge of the parking lot, watching the man drive away, heading toward the Westland Police Department. Then this guy will work with Officer Hardy on a plan that is still uncertain as to whether it will work or not, and will likely lead him to the end of being shot.

They listened to the sound of cars driving and finally mixed into the river of red and white lights on the street. Olga coughed and asked, "...Then let's go back and have another drink?"

"Forget it," Albarino smiled distressedly, "it's almost nine o'clock, I have to go back too, and there is an early shift every morning."

Olga looked at him harshly, tilting her head slightly to one side, those soft black hair flowing like a rich river on her neck and shoulders. She asked abruptly, "Al, do you really want to soak him?"

"How on earth did you put the words 'sincerely' and 'soak him' together?" Albarino raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly and condemned.

"Because I guess you don't have any intention of developing an intimate relationship with anyone, so it makes a difference to the extent that you either mean him or you carelessly." Olga shrugged. , "If you're very worried, go to the police station with him, and Bart won't drive you away."

"I'm not worried, you don't use the profiling set on me." Albarino lied, in fact he was quite worried, worried that his white paint would be poached by the criminal without long eyes again. If Herstal really was a Westland pianist, he would be a little more confident in him - wish he was - but what if he wasn't?

He had to prove it, the sooner the better, and it was tied to the next part of his plan.

"I'm a criminal psychologist, not a mind reader." Olga shook her finger at him and smiled, "Okay, Al, if you insist that you're not worried, then let's go home now, We'll hear from Bart tomorrow - if he gets shot at that Jones, we won't have to worry if the Sunday gardener will kill him."

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