Wine and Gun

After the judge knocked the gavel several times, the scene was quiet in front of him, but it is foreseeable that Olga's answer has flowed to the eyes of everyone who is following the case along the Internet. The judge turned solemnly to Ms. Musk and said, "This question has nothing to do with this case, please don't ask this question again."

"I'm so sorry, Your Honor," Ms. Musk replied, not sounding so sorry. "I don't have any more questions to ask."

"So, Mr. Armalette?" the judge asked.

"I have no questions for this witness," Herstal replied calmly.

Indeed, Olga had no say in the Slade case, and he didn't need her to say anything more about Albarino. Rather, it was precisely because she knew so much that it was better The fewer openings the better.

Intuition tells Herstal that Olga is the type of person who will really tell the truth on the witness stand, which is a world away from Albarino. In fact, there was such an urge in his heart that drove him to ask Olga: Did you already know the truth, but chose to hide it?

——This refers to the truth of everything. Considering things from the current point of view, Olga’s usual attitude becomes subtle. When exactly did she begin to doubt the identity of the gardener and the pianist? Why did she choose to let McCard tell the truth, but not herself? Why does she want Herstal to plead not guilty, and what is her next step?

Some of these questions, if Herstal chooses to ask now, will get the answer; it is only at this time that the answer will be possible. But of course he couldn't open his mouth. At this time, asking such a question had no meaning other than throwing himself into the net.

And the judge frowned and asked, "Are you sure you don't have any questions to ask?"

"Yes," Herstal said flatly, "it doesn't make sense to use her to prove that there is no problem between me and Albarino - because I did kill Albarino. Of course, we For any other details in between, please forgive me for exercising my Fifth Amendment rights."

The onlookers certainly thought he was referring to the details of how he killed and dumped the body, because although he confessed that he killed Albarino in a fit of rage, he did not admit where he dumped the body. Ms. Musk protested in a low voice over there, obviously dissatisfied with his half-guilty confession, while Olga looked at Herstal and smiled calmly.

Herstal may actually be referring to "other details" between him and the Sunday gardener, the criminal psychologist who exchanged tacit glances with the prisoner over the long distance between the witness stand and the dock.

And the highlight of the trial has yet to begin.

Lavasa McCard did not appear in court.

If all goes well, the trial will last for a few days, and it is not yet time for him to be summoned to appear in court. If he appears rashly now, the only consequence is that he will be blocked by the group of reporters at the door of the court and unable to move.

Before that, he had given the Westland Daily News reporter as much information as he could about the pianist, most of which was nothing more than profiling and speculation, and he had not given any information about the church in Kentucky. Say those things. It's enough to let people know that the Westland pianist is a dangerous murderer, and that Armalette fits their profile of the murderer. People don't need to know who may have been sexually abused as children and who killed them. revenge.

That doesn't make any sense. People are always blinded by these illusory motives, and sympathize with these people with blood on their hands; and only McCard knows that crime is crime, and any starting point has no meaning.

However, it is clear that after Leohard Schheiber wrote that article, he still wanted to learn more about the inside story from him. Even in order not to be pestered by the reporter, he had to stay as far away from the courtroom as possible.

So McCard decided to go to the WLPD at the start of the trial—he was going to take another look at the Slade shooting case file and rehearse what he was going to say in court. He didn't expect much of Olga's role in the whole process, because she certainly didn't believe that Albarino Bacchus was dead, and she certainly wouldn't be too cooperative with the prosecutor's provocative questions.

In any case, whether as a technical witness or as a "friend" who had known Armalite for a long time, McCard realized that the burden of testifying had fallen on his shoulders.

When looking at the dossier, McArd borrowed Hardy's office. The other party has never been disgusted by it. Olga's red marker is still in Hardy's office. When McCard walked in with the dossier in his hand, the angle of the sunlight was just right: the sun came in from the window of Hardy's office, and a beam of light fell directly on Hardy's desk, and fine golden dust could be seen. Climb slowly along the light.

On Hardy's desk, there was a black long-necked bottle with a few brightly colored rainbow bird chars stuck in it, and a pomegranate with stubble branches that had withered to ochre red. There were only two earth-colored dead leaves and a wrinkled fruit on the solitary branch of the pomegranate.

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