"Just legal." Barron stood up quietly and opened the door.
"Barron, when we take Little Binney and bring him to justice, Little Lori will never have the chance to gain freedom." The prosecutor said to his back, "You better not let us find out that there is something illegal with the trafficker. Money exchanges."
"I don't understand what you are talking about, you found the wrong person."
Barron slammed the door and left, and saw the current State Attorney Charz rushing by, and he nodded and greeted each other before passing by.
"Argus."
Childs pushed open the door he had just closed. "Can you explain why you are here?" He asked the young prosecutor, "Still mixed with this group of people." He glanced at Vic McGee et al.
"Uh, Vic and they found some new evidence of murder in a nightclub in Harlem, so..."
Argus stood up in a panic.
"Go back and submit a detailed report to me." Childs ordered.
"OK." Argus nodded obediently.
"Hey! Childs, this case can't be finished in a month..." Vic started teasing Childs.
"As long as I am still in office, I must do my duty."
Childs replied: "You and the people behind you won't be able to wait for a month, right?"
"I can't wait to catch the criminal tomorrow."
Vic McGee didn't kill him, and left a word with his men swaggering away.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 600: Bait
Barron drove the car with a dazed expression, haggard as if he was ten years older than the lawyer who had just been questioning in prison, when suddenly the car bumped violently and made a squeaking noise before he noticed it. Feeling that the right wheel had been pushed out of the road, he hurriedly made a direction to save him.
Toot!
A car that wanted to overtake from the left honked its horn frantically. He was about to beckon to apologize, only to discover that the opponent was the disgusting stormtrooper. They all stuck their heads out of the car and stared at him silly. Old stuff, the car is too scared to drive!?" Vic laughed loudly.
Rolling down the car window, sticking out the middle finger, but in exchange for a louder laughter, fortunately, they had no intention of entanglement, and quickly left themselves far behind their heads and disappeared into the front curve.
Just after closing the car window, the phone rang.
"Are you Barron representing Lori? There are rumors that he brutally killed one in prison last night..."
"Hey! Please wait." He interrupted the other party's question, "You are..."
The other party reported the name of the media he was working for, "Can you tell me the details? Attorney Barron."
"How did you get my phone number? And..." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Where did you get the internal prison news at this time?"
"Mr. Barron, it is inconvenient for me to disclose the source of my information. Do you have anything to say through the media? Is there any other inside information in this case?" the other party continued to ask.
"Sorry, I have nothing to comment at the moment."
After hanging up the phone and being disturbed by these two incidents, his mental state recovered a bit, he simply turned the car into the fork road leading to the suburbs and kept driving.
The phone rang a few more times, and the number of the call was all unfamiliar. He didn't answer at all, but he could feel that the media knew it all. When I turned on the radio, I heard, "The former hip-hop star Little Lori is suspected of murdering a cellmate. "Investigation" and so on.
The scenery outside the window became more and more desolate. He saw a lonely public telephone booth standing on the side of the road, suddenly slowing down, and at the same time carefully observed the front and back, and left and right, until he confirmed that there was no one nearby, and there was no car, then he pulled over. .
But he did not get down the first time, but sat in a daze in the car.
At this time, the phone rang again. He picked it up and looked at it. It was APLUS's personal lawyer Goodman who called. Needless to say, it must be for information.
"Hey, Goodman." He pressed the answer button.
"What's wrong with Lori? APLUS asked me just now." Goodman asked straightaway.
"Uh, he's a bit troublesome. I didn't make it clear on the phone. I'll go and explain to him in person when I'm free." Barron answered.
"Ah, don't come, this time..." Goodman said: "Everyone is a lawyer, you can briefly describe it."
Alas, that cunning young man like a fox, Goodman followed him to make a fortune, why is Little Lori so stupid? Barron felt sorry for himself for a while, "Okay, it's like this..." He concealed the paragraph where the prosecutor proposed the prosecution bargain, and transferred the homicide that the other party admitted when he saw Lori in the morning and the prison's abnormal transfer. The prison act said it again.
"Second-degree murder? Do you feel that the success rate of defending as self-defense killing is high?" Goodman asked.
"Unsure, lack of eyewitnesses, those prisoners in the prison don't know how to testify, maybe the prison will cooperate with the behind-the-scenes to use the terms of sentence reduction to pull out prisoners who are willing to cooperate with them as prosecution witnesses..." Barron understood very well. Inside, "Can you let APLUS use his upper-level relationship to help?"
"Behind the scenes?" Goodman ignored his request.
"Yes……"
Barron couldn't tell the young prosecutor's offer of the deal, so he had to say: "Anyway, this matter has revealed abnormalities from beginning to end."
"Oh, by the way, don't you really know where Old Joe went?"
"I really do not know."
"Okay, I see." Goodman hung up directly.
"Asshole!"
Barron cursed at the phone, finally made up his mind, took out a few coins from the glove box, got out of the car and walked into the phone booth, dialed a paging sign, "Leave a message, please call back, yes, this number."
"Yo!" After waiting for about ten minutes, the public phone rang, and there was little Binny in the conversation, oh no, Sinaloa's violent voice, "Who is looking for me? Huh? Talk!"
"Uh...cough cough."
Barron cleared his throat. "I'm Barron."
"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Sinaloa didn't seem to see the news, and was in a good mood. "How long will I have to wait to get Brother Lowry out of prison?"
"Uh...that's it, this morning..."
Barron took a deep breath and tried to use a calm tone to arrest Little Lowry for second-degree murder. The whole case will last for a year or a half. Even if the fight is over, he may not get the best result of self-defense murder. Tell.
"So he can't get out now, right?" Sinaloa asked.
"It's almost impossible to come out in a year, there are two lawsuits to fight, and..."
"Fxxk! You incompetent lawyer! I blame you! I blame you!"
Sinaloa suddenly furious, "You...you M-Fxxk must get him out, you must do it! Otherwise...or I will kill you!"
With a bang, a busy tone came from the microphone.
Barron held the microphone for a while before he came back to his senses, and quickly dialed the phone at home, "Honey, call my daughter, and take her children to the tropics together? Chicago is too cold, go Okay, pack things now...I don't have time...no problem, it's all mine, I'll write the check."
"call……"
Barron came out of the phone booth, his body was soaked, and he tremblingly took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and kept wiping the sweat from his face and neck. He sat in the car again. There were many missed calls on his phone. After flipping, only Goodman's number was familiar, so he called back.
"APLUS wants to see you, you are..." Goodman reported an address.