Wine and Gun

If the rain had not diluted the bloody smell, some of the police officers present might have vomited.

Albarino looked at it all expressionlessly: the crime scene looked like a bloody altar; he had seen all kinds of terrible deaths, and he had also made a lot of bloody cases, and he carved bones. And flesh and blood, there are many things that some people can't imagine in their entire lives. Such a scene should be nothing to him - but he has already realized what this murder case means, hidden behind such cruel methods for what purpose.

It is clear that the perpetrators of this murder are conducting some sort of demonstration.

Hardy stood beside him, looking at the corpse with a very complicated expression. He knew that the deceased was a stained witness in the Slade case. Knowing the existence of this witness was very important to his wife, Wallis, of course. What does the death of the other party mean.

Hardy thought for a moment, then asked in the mad sound of the rain as if it was about to shred everything: "You told me earlier that she had called Mr. Armalette before she was killed? Do you think we need to-- ?"

"No need." Albari Nuoli interrupted his unfinished words. He stuffed the umbrella in Hardy's arms into Hardy's arms, and carried the forensic investigation box to the scene of the crime, which was covered by plastic sheets. The rain rolled down his hair, as if there were wounds he couldn't see beneath his skin.

"Herstal doesn't need to see the crime scene. I'm sure he doesn't know who the murderer is, and he won't find more evidence if he looks at the scene photos." Another word of mouth: He doesn't need to be distracted by other painful things until the judgment.

And judgment is coming soon.

Early in the morning, Herstal was in the driver's seat of the car parked in the parking lot outside the Westland State Courthouse, the wipers were hard at work, but the window was still blurred into mottled colors. Water curtain.

The pretrial hearing began at eight o'clock. His law firm colleagues and the defendant would meet him outside the courtroom. He guessed that Holmes and the others might have been waiting, but had no plans to leave immediately.

Albarino left the house before dawn, acting as if he was suddenly called to investigate the scene as usual, and has not returned until now, and has not disclosed any news to him.

But Herstal had already guessed more or less what had happened, so he also knew what kind of smile he would see on Slade's face if he went to court now.

That's not surprising, apart from the arrested person, there must be other guys playing for Slade, and Aureli is the only one who can testify against him involving Qiángjian.

Even if the pretrial hearing is not a formal process, the evidence presented at the hearing does not have to comply with the Federal Rules of Evidence—that is, hearsay evidence may be admissible at the pretrial hearing, although such evidence is likely to be admissible in a formal hearing. It was ruled out as illegal evidence in the trial—even though some of O'Reilly's testimony at the pre-trial hearing might not be considered valid evidence at all during the formal trial, Slade still decided to make the first move.

He couldn't even tolerate his presence at the pretrial hearing.

Herstal sighed slowly. The day had just begun, but he was already tired. He played with his mobile phone unconsciously in his hand, pressed the play button of the call recording, and listened to the chaotic sound of rain and broken sobbing flowing from it.

It was only after the call had been in progress for a while that he remembered what was left after the recording. In this recording, the strong, always smiling lady was crying. The broken voice dàng over and over again in the car, and Herstal could recite almost every word in it.

"You can even defend him, I want to make myself not care..."

"I saw something familiar in you the first time I saw you - I guess you've been hurt, right?"

"...But I can't hold on anymore."

"You don't even have the courage to stand on his opposite."

"I don't want to die, I still want to live."

"Please...please don't let me down."

"I don't want to stay in this place anymore."

The recordings streamed out of the phone like a never-ending viscous river. Hestal couldn't help raising his hand to rub his eyebrows, something beating under the blood vessels, screaming to break out of the ground.

Herstal played the recording over and over again. Next, he silently turned off the phone recording, opened the car door, and stepped into the cold rain outside the car.

Through the grey rain and layers of mist, he could see from where he stood the Greek-style, relief-trimmed triangular gable of the courthouse on which Albarino had placed Billy and Anthony on the high stone steps. Sharp's corpse, with red flowers extending from under their feet, like spilled blood.

Herstal saw the statue of Justice, holding a scale and a blade, swaying under the leaden sky.

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