Wine and Gun

[1] This legal knowledge mainly refers to the article "The U.S. Pretrial Detention Hearing Procedure and Its Enlightenment", some sentences are similar, and the source is not marked.

Chapter 85 Fool's Celebration 05

Orion Hunter drove through the depressed town in a car he rented from the side of the airport.

His destination was a small town called White Oak - which, like other surrounding towns, was first built on nearby hardwood stands that produced white oak and hickory, and later, around the beginning of the twentieth century, due to A coal mine was discovered near the town, which briefly flourished for a while.

But in the past two decades, with the gradual depletion of local coal resources, White Oak has begun to decline. There are still some people who stay in the town to run the hardwood business handed down by the family for generations, and the people who have lived in the town as miners have gradually moved out of the town and went to other places with coal mines.

Hunter drove over the dusty road and could see cars pulling hardwoods from the side of the town. The facilities in the town were obviously dilapidated, and many uninhabited houses showed a dilapidated gray color. The old glass windows are covered with cracks like spider webs; there are few people on the street, which is not prosperous and lively, and at first glance, most of the pedestrians are middle-aged and elderly people, lacking the vibrant faces of young people, let this small town see Going up is more lifeless.

Hunter quickly found the St. Anthony's Church while looking at the map and asking for directions. This church was built in the center of the town. It looked as gray as the other buildings, and the steps in front of the door were covered with overgrown. Withered weeds. Hunter parked the car near the church and stepped into the church in the dim morning light—the temperature was still cool in April morning, and there was a slight smell of dust floating in the church.

It was a small chapel, and on the pews sat two or three old people who were praying in the morning. Their hair was white in the light of the morning light that filtered through the stained glass windows. At this time, of course, there were no lights in the church, and the statue of Jesus who was nailed to the cross was shrouded in the thick shadow of the high wall. It was still too early, and the morning Mass had not yet started. An elderly man dressed as a clergyman stood on the edge of the small blackboard erected by the church aisle, and wrote on it with chalk the paragraph numbers to be read at Mass today.

He apparently heard Hunter's footsteps and turned around.

In such a small town, the only priest is likely to know all the religious people in the town. Hunter did not expect his identity as a foreigner to be concealed. The priest came up to him quickly, smiling, but with a palpable curiosity on his face.

"Hello," said the priest, "I'm Father Johnson, do you need any help?"

"My name is Orion Hunter. Uh... Actually, I do have a question I want to ask you." Hunter thought for a while, and put a hesitant and expectant look on his face as he was kind. With a cane in one hand, Father Johnson pulled out his mobile phone in his pocket with the other hand, showing the photo he had taken at his home in Slade: the back of the cross was clearly inscribed: The name of this church, "Look, this cross, is it something in this church?"

Delayed by the unrecognizable body in the alley, Albarino unsurprisingly missed most of the pretrial hearing. However, he was originally scheduled to be one of the technical witnesses who needed to appear in the pretrial hearing, so even if he was soaking wet, he had to rush to the courthouse immediately in the heavy rain.

By the time he got to state court, prosecutors and defense attorneys were wrangling over the soundness of a piece of evidence.

CSI picked up Slade's hair on a bill for one of the "guest rooms" at Sequoia Manor, given that Slade argued that he had been living in his room at Sequoia Manor and never knew about Luo Wen did something like a qiángjian child behind his back. This kind of discovery made his previous statement a little untenable. After all, from the standpoint of the jury, since he used to live in Sequoia Manor, what was he used for? The guest room where things are obvious, then who knows what he has been in the guest room?

At this time, the defense lawyers are insisting that the evidence collection process in CSI is not up to standard, and these hairs cannot be presented to the jury as legal evidence. The technician in the CSI who was in charge of collecting evidence for this piece of evidence — a colleague of Bates, whom Albarino had seen many times at various crime scenes — was appearing in court as a technical witness, and was defended by the defense attorney. The question was hesitant, and his face flushed. Just by looking at him like that, Albarino realized that the defense's allegations were not in vain, and there was probably some process problem in this evidence collection.

—And that defense attorney was Herstal.

At this moment, Kabbah Slade was sitting in the dock as comfortably as an audience member; Mr. Holmes, who did not speak in court, sat further back, right. His partner's performance was beyond words.

Seeing their victories, it must have been Slade who solved the biggest trouble, and he thought it was the last resort: Aurelie died, and the testimony of Aurelie, who was still a minor at the time, could no longer be brought to court. , and obviously Rowan was the one he used to blame. In this case, if it weren't for the kidnapping and molesting of children in this case, and because Sequoia Manor was the estate of the late tycoon, the case attracted too much media attention, preventing them from skipping the court session. It is estimated that Rowan I had already made a private plea agreement with the prosecutor's office.

Search [Book Reading Assistant] official address: www.kanshuzhushou.com Millions of popular books are free to read for life without advertisements!