Chicago 1990

　　 Tony's consent is needed to change the lawyer. After Goodman's fight, Song Ya and him were able to visit again at ten o'clock in the morning.

In the small talk room of the police station, Song Ya looked at Tony, who was as stubborn as Lori, and felt a sense of hatred for iron and steel. He dispelled the plan to persuade him and put the authorization letter directly with him. Put the pen in front of him, "Sign it."

　　 Tony signed, Song Ya took it back and handed it to Goodman.

　　 "What is it?" Tony asked only then.

Song Ya was dumbfounded by his unreliability and complete trust, "Goodman will fight this lawsuit for you, do you still have to admit that the gun is yours?" He briefly confessed the suspected murder of the gun Something.

　　 "I can't be a traitor." Tony looked at Song Ya embarrassedly.

　　 Song Ya got up and left immediately, "Then you wait."

　　 Waited outside for ten minutes, Goodman came out, and he comforted: "The prosecutor just thinks that the gun may be related to the murder, it is possible..."

　　 "But I don't change my words now. If it is really found out in the future, Tony will have to finish it in this life, right?" Song Ya still has the basic legal concept.

"You said these are useless, Tony doesn't want to change his words. He is the client and he has the final say, not you." Goodman laid out the current situation one by one: "Within 48 hours, the prosecutor needs to provide further evidence, otherwise We can still save him at the time. Of course, if the prosecutor provides new evidence, it will be in trouble..."

　　 "How troublesome is it?"

"It's very, very troublesome. You may have to hire a defense lawyer to go to court." Goodman said: "Since the prosecutor has this statement, it will not do nothing. There will be a bail hearing in 48 hours, regardless of the evidence. If it is not enough, they will submit new evidence. If the defense lawyer can prove that the evidence provided by the prosecutor is insufficient, he can also reach bail."

　　 "Are you not going to court?" Song Ya looked at him in surprise.

　　 "Uh..." Goodman asked with an embarrassment, "What do you think of my level?"

　　 "I don't understand it personally, but you have helped me a lot this year. Both Hayden and Song Asheng have a high opinion of you..." Song Ya told the truth.

"Why do you think I would be reduced to opening an office in Chinatown, with an hour of thirty-five dollars of consulting services? Just because I went to court, it was definitely a tragedy..." Goodman smiled bitterly, "I went The court is like a person who has changed. It can only be a disservice."

　　 "Well, then..." Song Ya looked at his watch, "Tony was arrested at 8 o'clock last night. Fourteen hours have passed, which means we still have thirty-four hours."

　　 "No, the bail hearing is scheduled at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, so there are only 24 hours." Goodman said: "Find a good defense lawyer, APLUS."

　　 Song Ya took a deep breath, "It's really troublesome..."

　　 When I got home, Aunt Susie had already seen the news from the local morning news, but she was not very excited and was packing her things in the room.

　　 Song Ya, who had only squinted at the police station for a while, lay down on the sofa. The pager was ringing all night, and he dialed the phone one by one.

　　 "Did you see the news too? Really bad things spread thousands of miles." It is a promoter of Columbia Records, "I'm fine, this matter has nothing to do with me, I will take care of it."

"Hayden, the co-agent of William Morris, the one in the upper class in Chicago, can he help? Yes, there will be a bail hearing right away. I also need a defense lawyer, the most powerful one. ."

　　 "Hi, Mila... have you already returned to Los Angeles? Sorry, I have something very important tonight, and I have no time to return your call."

　　 Mila's voice came from the microphone, "I miss you, can you come to Los Angeles to see me?"

"Not now." Song Ya doesn't have that leisurely mind now. "I have delivered home twice, Yellowstone Park and Fiji, remember? Why should it be your turn this time? I am not your call. Cowboy."

　　 "I am busy with filming..." Mila spoiled, "Everyone has high hopes for my movie. The agent will not let my mother pick up new commercials and movies. Everything will be discussed after returning to Blue Coral Reef."

"I am busy too."

　　 "Where are you busy?"

　　 "I'm just very busy."

　　 "Huh! You don't love me!"

　　 "I love you Mira, but I am really busy now."

　　 "Don't love me, don't love me! It's not good to me!"

　　 "……"

Mila refused to give up, Song Ya simply hung up, "Not enough to mess with me, really!" He dialed Roberto Clerville's phone again, "Hey, Robert, I'm fine, thanks for your concern. AW Are the investment companies in a hurry? Haha, good, I'm going to hang them for a while, wait until the Grammy Awards are over... No way, if they find the next home during this time, I will recognize it, and treat me In terms of this acquisition, it was a bit beyond the scope of capabilities...Yes, SBK's royalties have not yet been paid."

　　 "Tony will be in jail for a long time, right?" Aunt Susie came out and handed some Tony's clothes to Song Ya, "You find a way to bring him."

　　 "Why are you more calm than me, Aunt Susie."

　　 "I have seen a lot, most of the black boys in South City have walked this way, sooner or later."

　　 Aunt Susie sat down beside him, hugging him, "Maybe Tony could live over twenty-five years in prison." She wiped her tears.

　　 Song Ya wryly smiled.

Hayden didn't answer the phone, but came to the door in person. "The joint agent asked about the Chicago Police Department. The gun is a bit troublesome. He suggests that you take the path of a politician." He pulled Song Ya into the bedroom and shut it down. Come, whisper.

　　 "Look for a politician to interfere in the justice?" Song Ya subconsciously felt that the matter was getting worse and worse, "What happened to that gun? Is Lori really suspected of killing?"

"Probably not, but you know, the flow of guns in the underground of Nancheng is very large. You can make a revolver with dozens of dollars. Who knows what has been done before..." Hayden replied: "You don't know Senator Underwood? The co-agent suggests that you find his wife and donate money to that lady's charity...it should work wonders."

　　 "Mrs. Underwood, Claire?"

　　 Song Ya thought of the other's brokerage status, money and power, power and money...

"Yes, the joint broker said, the most important thing now is to figure out what kind of evidence the prosecution has. If the evidence is strong, Tony must change his words decisively at the bail hearing, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. This is not To interfere in the judicial system, simply inquire." Hayden warned.

　　 "Well, prepare for my meeting with Claire..." Song Ya took out the checkbook and said, "How much is the right sign?"

　　 At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ya and the alternate defense lawyer finished talking. With 17 hours left before the bail hearing, he personally visited Claire's charity organization.

　　 Claire met him in his office, "Thank you for supporting our feminist cause." He handed a check for $100,000 to a middle-aged white woman, "You go out first."

There are only two people left in the office~www.ltnovel.com~ After the last conversation with you about South Africa, I went back and thought about it for a long time. Indeed, racial equality cannot override women’s rights. Wrong, so... I decided to support both sides. This is also my personal attitude. "He spoke beautifully.

　　 Claire looked at him and smiled meaningfully, "At this time? I watched the news in the morning and you were mentioned there."

　　 "Of course, my brother Tony is a little troublesome now, I..."

"Aha..." Claire raised her hand, not letting him continue. "We won't discuss this, okay? If you come for that matter, I won't accept your donation." She opened the office door. Make a gesture to call the staff just now.

　　 "No, absolutely not." Song Ya hurriedly promised.

　　 Claire looked back at him, smiled gracefully, and closed the door again.

　　 The two continued to talk about women's rights and African famine. Song Ya, who felt that time was passing by, looked at his watch subconsciously. At six o'clock, there were only 16 hours left before the hearing.

　　 "Sorry, I'll talk about it forever..." Claire stood up and stretched out her hand.

　　 "Uh, it doesn't matter, I am also very interested in the issue of famine in Africa." Song Ya concealed her disappointment and shook her hand goodbye.

　　 "Oh, by the way, what about you... Maybe I can introduce an excellent defense lawyer."

　　 Claire seemed to remember something, and took out a business card from the drawer and handed it over, "I hope it can help you."

　　 "Thank you, thank you Ms. Claire."

　　 Song Ya took the business card and left the other's office. "Attorney at Lockhart and Gardner, Alicia Flock?" He muttered while looking at the business card in his hand.