Wine and Gun

Common tactic: Show the jury the rift between their feelings to prove that the disagreement has already occurred and that the killing may have been premeditated. People waited with bated breath for the answer, if it weren't for the fact that public opinion now suspects that Herstal is a pianist, they would never be so concerned about a person's emotional experience.

"Yes," Herstal said quietly. "Of course I love him."

Things took a somewhat unexpected turn.

Midaren only turned fifteen last month, and in that sense, he's really still a kid. But based on his personal experience alone—whether it's the horrific kidnappings he's heard about, testifying as a witness or years in an orphanage—he's quite mature for his age .

So, when he saw that Jason Friedman drove out of the apartment with a hot woman, he knew that the next episode was definitely not a school drama suitable for all ages.

...but to be honest, he didn't expect the current scene too much:

Midalen is now sitting in the best nightclub in the whole of East Westland: "club" is not a particularly accurate word, this place is 24 hours a day, no matter when you walk into it In the store, you can see blinding radium lights, men and women smoking marijuana cigarettes, and anyone who enters the door without mental preparation will be drowned by the harsh music.

Now, the dance floor is crowded with men and women dancing wildly to the music. Their brightly-colored accessories, like the feathers of birds, jingle and collide with their movements. They are scattered randomly on the round table in the corner of the venue, some wearing high-heeled shoes. , The beautiful girl who was almost red wiggled and danced.

A string of bright circular light bulbs spelled out the name of the club on the store's wall: "S-O-D-O-M". In front of this string of letters is a particularly abstract pillar of salt, which looks like a croissant.

But Midalen looks out of place compared to the rest of the people who are enjoying himself here: a waiter at the door has painted a smiley face with a fluorescent pen on the back of his hand, which means he is a minor, and he is in the bar. The bartender couldn't sell him alcoholic beverages; so he could only sit at the edge of the bar angrily, gnashing his teeth at the straw stuck in the soft drink in front of him.

Today they followed Friedman to several deadly expensive stores, watched him buy his girlfriend a brand of clothes that Hunter didn't understand, watched him buy gorgeous clothes for him And the flashy jewelry, watching him invite the girl to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city center, and the two stalkers can only make do with a sandwich across from the restaurant.

This was at least expected by Midalen, but he really didn't think that Mr. Friedman's arrangement in the afternoon was to bring his girlfriend to such a store for a tasteless carnival, and now even It was only evening, and it was not even dark.

Hunter didn't get the news until half an hour after they were caught in a sea of ​​heavy metal rock: Another friend in Friedman's circle who was having a good time was here for a treat today, and the store was now almost half full. Westland's ignorant dude.

This is the first time Friedman has appeared in the public eye since the Slade case, so although Hunter didn't want to take Midalen to such a place, he had to bite the bullet. Well, if he was a Sunday gardener, he wouldn't miss such a chaotic occasion.

Midaren took a slow look around the crowd, biting through the straw, and didn't even see Hunter's shadow: Hunter was probably somewhere forced to watch their target while drinking heavily and lashing out at girls. They were in a mess, anyway, he was completely swallowed up by the sea of ​​people. Ever since the other party left the bar, Midalun was never able to find him again.

Before that, Hunter had arranged Midalen at the bar, bought him a drink, and told him not to be abducted by some strange person, like a worried old father. Although Midalen really wanted to say that after the Slade incident, his vigilance had increased by more than a star and a half, and he was definitely not being kidnapped by some other strange person.

but--

"What are you looking around for," he heard a slightly hoarse, low, warm female voice ask, speaking in a slow, unobtrusive European accent. "Pretty boy?"

The other party's words almost made Midalun's goosebumps rise. He was shocked, and when he turned his head, he saw a woman with red curly hair like rosebuds sitting on the bar next to him. At first glance It's like a character from "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily". This man fiddled with a misty glass on the table with his fingertips, looking at the slightly swaying liquid level in admiration, but he didn't seem to have any intention of drinking.

Done. Midalen thought with a blank face. The other party's sentence was obviously the beginning of a conversation, and when Midalen promised Hunter that he would not be in danger, he didn't expect that he would be approached by a mature woman who was probably twice his age.

"Looking for your guardian?" the woman continued, glancing at him slowly over the glass, and Midaren noticed that she had fox-like green eyes, "Are you underage?"

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