Wine and Gun

In court, Herstal took the time to cite two examples of the trace inspector's irregular evidence collection, one of which was punished by the forensic laboratory. The intention of presenting this information to the court at such a moment is beyond words, to prove to the judge that the evidence is not legal, and Albarino has seen such scenes frequently as a technical witness who often appears in criminal cases.

So he found a seat in the corner of the back row, and didn't pay attention to what Wallis Hardy, the prosecutor, was arguing with Herstal. Anyway, if the hair evidence proved to be out of compliance, This evidence is absolutely impossible to be legal, and there is no point in expecting an impossible outcome.

Albarino's mind emptied, and he tried his best to ignore the wet cloth against his skin, staring at Herstal bored. Sitting in that position, Hestal's face could be seen a little, and Albarino could see the other's brows furrowed, and the blue in his eyes was as deep as stagnant water.

Others wouldn't realize the difference, and Herstal never put on a good face, looking like someone owed him money. But Albarino knew that wasn't the case, and he sat in an unobtrusive corner, resting his chin lazily with his hand, staring into Herstal's face.

Albarino pondered in his heart, what was Herstal thinking when he heard the news of Aurelie Delphine's death?

Father Johnson looked at the picture in Hunter's hand for a long time, then he blinked slowly, obviously struggling to remember something.

In the end, he said unsurely: "...It should be. There used to be a merchandise department in the church, where we would buy some Bibles, rosary beads, and other gadgets. We used the money we earned to repair churches and mission schools. Paying salaries to the clergy at that time. I remember that the crosses sold there at that time should be like this, but I am not particularly clear. I was transferred to this church for a few months, and the merchandise department was operated because of the operation. It's closed for bad."

Hunter looked at Father Johnson, and the other party smiled embarrassedly: "I came to this church almost ten years ago, because more and more residents of White Oak Town moved away, and the people who came to the church also Fewer and fewer. Before I came, I heard that there were at least two or three priests in this church, and a few other deacons; but because there are not many believers left, now the only thing in the church is me and another young deacon Taking care."

Hunter had to admit that he was a little disappointed. Slade came to Westland 30 years ago, and this priest came to White Oak only ten years ago. It seems that he inquired about Slade from him. It's basically impossible; and according to him, the deacon in the church is not very old, and probably doesn't know what happened 30 years ago. Hunter did not give up easily, and continued to ask: "Then do you know where the priest of the church was before you came to take office in this church?"

"You should be talking about Father Anderson," Father Johnson nodded. "I took over this church because the bishop of this diocese passed away...he is now the bishop of our diocese."

... Hunter couldn't help but reached out and wiped his face.

With Father Johnson's introduction, Hunter eventually found that things were a bit bigger than he thought. That Father Anderson - now Bishop Anderson - manages churches in seven nearby towns. The parish bishop is not on the same level as a small parish priest. Of course he can enter St. Anthony's Church and question Father Stiles. German thing, but going into a parish bishop's office and asking that kind of question? just forget it.

Unless he can fake an identity that can ask questions openly, like a state trooper or federal police, but in fact, the guy who thinks he can pretend to be a policeman and ask other people questions honestly is basically too much Lots of movies and TV shows. Suppose a diocese bishop is asked a question by the police, his first reaction must be to contact the Kentucky state police to ask what happened, and then Hunter will bào every minute.

At this moment, Father Johnson also looked at him curiously and asked, "Sir, why are you asking about this cross?"

He didn't blame the priest for being curious, mainly because he had behaved strangely since he entered the door. Hunter swallowed, and then began to brag, "Well, I heard recently that an old friend of mine passed away, a comrade I was in the Army at the time."

Hunter did not miss the priest's self-effacing sweep of his crutched hand, and it was clear that the priest's pity was almost overflowing: for it was a poor veteran who stood before the priest. The wounds above were probably left in places like Afghanistan or Iraq.

"He doesn't have any other family and friends, so he just left all the inheritance to me." Hunter continued nonsense, showing a slightly pale and hesitant smile, "Seriously, I'm also surprised...because I After being discharged from the army due to injury, we have almost no contact, maybe he really has no other family to entrust."

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