"Suspect, you have visitors."
FBI field agents led in the police and firefighting staff union representatives. "The conversation time is only fifteen minutes."
Vic continued to remain motionless, without blinking his eyelids, "Don't pretend Vic, there are no sequelae left by cutting your wrists!" The FBI agent warned him unceremoniously: "You don't have much time!"
"Vick, how is your body?"
The union representative asked, "We have put in a lot of effort to get this meeting, and the Flock State Attorney and some people who care about you, your daughter, Cassidy, they are all outside."
Vic's eyelids moved, and his eyes looked at the large glass window of the special intensive care unit. He didn't see anything. He knew that this should be the single-sided glass after the FBI reformation. The inside can't see the outside, but Cassiti is outside. I should be able to see myself, so I want to sit up a little bit so that my present posture is not so embarrassed, but the body and hands are tightly tied to the bed with a device that binds mental patients. The FBI absolutely does not want him to commit suicide again. Once, "Fxxk, can't you let me go a bit?" He smiled outside the window, then protested in a low voice.
"Don't even think about it, hurry up, there are still thirteen minutes for the meeting." The FBI guy looked down at his watch.
"Talk to business Vic, we have prepared lawyers for you, but you know, those guys who work for the union are not very good, your case is very troublesome, the FBI accused you of killing their people, so , The court assigned you lawyers from Lockhart and Gardner Law Firm. They should provide you with better legal aid services..."
The union representative tilted his head outside the window and snorted. Vic knew he was referring to Peter Flock, who might be looking at him over there, and hinted that Peter would let Lockhard and Gardner's law firm provide the best service.
"I don't like that lawyer, who even disturbed our case." Vic said.
"Come on, Vic, now it's your turn to get into trouble. You will like those arrogant guys, although I hate them too." said the union representative.
Vic shook his head slowly.
"Because of your business, Cassidy has an extra lawyer friend who is from the South and works in a conservative organization..." The union representative continued, "You can also let him act for you, but that guy is very young and specializes in society. Activities, or you can use the money they raised for you to hire another lawyer, but the money is not much, so you can’t hire a good one..."
"ten minutes!"
"Raising money?" Vic looked out the window.
"Yes, uh... I don't know for a while, but your daughter is very good, she has done a lot for you." said the union representative.
"Then what the **** are you doing here?"
Vic scolded angrily: "Can you change it to something that can explain it clearly? Isn't the Flock State prosecutor out there? Or let my daughter tell me."
"The FBI doesn't allow it, OK? Vic... Don't always have this temper, it's not good for you, we have done a lot for you outside ~ www.mtlnovel.com~ You need to know if your current suspicion is convicted by the FBI , All of us will be in a very embarrassing situation, including Mr. Flock, understand?"
Kindly was turned into a donkey's liver and lungs, and the union representatives began to be silent.
Vic took a deep breath, closed his mouth, and his eyes started to spin.
"five minutes!"
"Hurry up, Vic, don't waste time, try to get the lawyer's business done today!" The union representative urged in a hurry.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you a name, she should be inexpensive..."
Vic finally spoke again, "She's called Tarshuni, have you dealt with her?"
"Oh, my goodness, that woman has mental problems Vic, she just came out of the mental hospital not long ago... Are you... Are you serious?" The union representative exclaimed, holding his head in his hands.
"It's her, I can't trust anyone else."
Vic glanced out the window, grinning hard at Cathy who might be looking at him over there.
"Okay, okay, I will ask the southerners to find her to see you, you are always like this, always like this Vic, as stubborn as a stone."
"time up."
FBI agents drove the union representatives away.
"Hey, are they all gone?" Vic grumbled out the window.
"Yes, your daughter was crying outside just now." The agent stimulated him.
"Listen, I need your strictest protection now." Vic was not affected, he licked his lower lip and said sternly.
"So you need us again now?"
"I'm not kidding."
"Are you willing to sign a plea agreement with us?"
"Those are waiting for my lawyer to talk, OK?"
"Well, don't worry, we don't want you to die so soon."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 670: Men
"Sean accepted the assistance lawyer of the Chicago Police and Fire Workers Union, but Vic found another independent practitioner, didn't he?"
As fbi had to return to the normal process, Song Ya grasped the progress of the case much faster, and soon learned the news from Goodman who rushed over in person, "Or a female lawyer with a history of mental illness?"
"Yes."
Goodman nodded, "He doesn't want people from Peter Flock, people from unions, nor us. He doesn't even trust any law firm with complicated social relations. I feel that guy has a plan to save himself."
"You mean..." Song Ya pondered.
"Vick McGee has the motive to make a plea deal with fbi, will he... bite people?" Goodman asked worriedly.
"I just want to be able to guess what he wants to do..."
Song Ya said helplessly. Who would have thought that the guy would kill the fbi detective with a single shot? "Anyway, I can't get involved, leave the troubles to Peter, he is working hard now... We will do what we can do, and the campaign funds will be paid on time and in full, and other parties will also actively provide some support. I will let the big a privately. Encourage the black djs in Chicago to talk about him, and then they will go to the platform and endorse him."
"Well, the people we are waiting for are here."
Goodman got up, "Hello, Riiser, how are you..."
Song Ya shook hands with the three visitors. In addition to Rise, the general manager of a+ pedal company, there were two old white men, both of whom were middle-level men dug from the wine giant Seagram, one specializing in marketing and the other specializing in winery management.
As the first professional manager to mix with him, Riese is now in a bit awkward position. A+ Apparel is developing extremely fast, but A+ Pedal Company is still standing still. Although a+ Pedal Company owns 25% of a+ Apparel’s shares, The specific operation has always been that Scott, the president of a+ apparel, is directly responsible to Song Ya. The guy Scott is in the fashion industry, and Riese can't intervene at all.
Just in time, Damon Dash moved Song Ya with his urban popular theory, so he planned to put a+ wine industry under the management of Riesel and concurrently serve as the CEO of the two companies, which is considered to him for many years of dedicated service. For your own rewarding promotion.
The two coming to serve as the president of a+ wine industry, and one as the company’s general manager and marketing director. Seagram’s Bronfman Jr. just bought 80% of Universal’s companies including Universal Pictures and Mca Records and other assets. These two people are among the veterans who most fiercely oppose the boss’s cross-border move. They have good connections in the wine industry. Since the boss did not listen to them, they simply resigned and ran away early and were hired by Song Ya to focus on them. The headhunting company that followed Seagram's movement got a high salary, and asked them to dig some managers and winemakers as the backbone of the a+ wine industry under Riiser's leadership.