Wine and Gun

For the first time, Albarino sat on the other side of the table in the interrogation room. A cold ring was cast in the middle of the metal table, which was used to fasten the suspect's handcuffs. In any case, Albarino was happy that at least Officer Hardy didn't hold him - even though, as things stood, he really looked like a murderer.

"Al, the situation is very unfavorable for you." Officer Hardy was speaking, his brows were frowning, and each day looked more tired than the previous day, "Half the people in the bar can testify that the two of you had an argument yesterday, and then Then the girl died in the alley with your fingerprints on the knife stuck in her chest. And you can't prove your whereabouts since you separated from Olga and the others, and there's no eyewitness to prove what time you were. Back home. Even if you called a cab—"

Albarino tries to argue: "I..."

"How the hell can't you blame you!" Hardy slapped the table suddenly, and the loud noise made Albarino shudder, "It doesn't matter if you don't take a drink and drive home from the city. Thoughts are often drunk and driving, your taxi driver can at least become your witness! We can also rule out your crime time!"

It was at this moment that the door of the interrogation room opened.

"Are you intimidating your client, Officer Hardy?" Herstal asked, standing in the doorway.

Hardy turned his head suddenly, so fast that even the cervical spine made an unpleasant crunch. He glared at Herstal and said gān, "Fuck, it's not."

"Yes," Herstal nodded calmly, pushed the door in, and didn't even condescend to look at Albarino. "I'd rather you go out. I may have to talk to Mr. Bucks alone."

Given that under the law, arrested suspects have the right to be visited by a lawyer without wiretapping, without inspection, and in complete secrecy, Hardy certainly would not have refused Herstal's request—though he was clearly sympathetic to Hess. It feels incredible why Tal is here.

Shortly after Hardy went out, the flashing red light on the camera in the interrogation room went out, and before he left, the light in the corridor outside the interrogation room was turned on. No one was watching outside the corridor.

Hestal did not sit down, but put the briefcase on the seat where Hardy had sat before, and walked in front of Albarino. Albarino looked up at him with a look of no worry in his eyes, while Herstal asked calmly, "What do you think I owe you?"

Albarino narrowed his eyes and grinned.

Herstal could see the sharp gleam in his teeth as he laughed, the look of a hunter's look that made his back hairy for no reason. The next second was the screeching sound of the chair's legs scraping the ground when the chair was pushed back suddenly. Albarino stood up abruptly, grabbed Herstal's elbow with his hand, and threw him down on the table. superior.

When Herstal's waist hit the metal tabletop, there was a loud crashing sound. He had no idea that Albarino would make such a mess in such a place, and was caught off guard. He propped himself up with his elbows on the tabletop, the metal ring on the tabletop uncomfortably tucked into his waist, restricting his movement to some extent.

And Albarino, holding his waist and left wrist with his hand, squeezed his body hard between his legs.

"Mr. Bacchus." Herstal remained in that position and looked at him calmly.

"Your gān thing was naive yesterday, you know that?" Albarino swayed his sharp smile indifferently, and looked down at him with a sense of oppression.

Herstal raised his eyebrows indiscernibly. "You mean that kiss? Maybe things would have been a little better if I didn't drink those glasses of wine."

"I mean you framed my part with my fingerprints," Albarino said. "To be honest, I didn't hate some parts of that kiss—though I didn't think it was a kiss at all."

"You have made a very serious charge against me," Herstal replied quietly.

Herstal extracted the fingerprint from Albarino's glass lunch box on the day Martin Jones' shooting took place.

Because of a gunman who burst into the A\u0026H law firm and shot at the ceiling, and what happened after that, it was an accident that Albarino would have left that glass box in Herstal's office, and glass, unfortunately, It is a good carrier for fingerprints.

Herstal extracted that fingerprint before returning the glass food container to Albarino, which can easily be done with a little dark powder and a rat-tail brush. After working out Jones's case, he went to a "friend", entered the fingerprint into a computer, and modeled it.

When you're a gangster lawyer, you're always going to meet all kinds of "friends" who are outlawed and who won't ask you what to do with 3D printing a fingerprint model. All in all, within a week, Herstal received the finished product: a fingerprint reprinted on a soft piece of material Herstal could not name, sewn into a pair of leather gloves.

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