Wine and Gun

Even the police officer in charge of the case might think so. The man responsible for the attempted murder was WLPD's Sergeant Bart Hardy, and every time Emma saw him, his eyes became more tired. She had said "no, I don't know why he wanted to kill Mr. Slade" or "no, he didn't tell me anything" to the officer many times before he nodded slowly , seems to be hiding a thousand words in the bottom of my heart.

Emma also had another answer choked in her throat and did not say it.

She couldn't say that the first time she saw Herstal Armalite, she felt that there was something hidden in this person's heart. After talking to more and more desperadoes, the thoughts in her heart became more and more clear. She couldn't say it out of her mouth because she didn't know what the thing was until the truth came out.

It's as if you walked through a cemetery, and the nettles in the cemetery left thorns scratched on the corners of your clothes. You traveled through the night, and the night left a shadow under your hair that couldn't be dispelled. . There was something about him that pointed to a terrifying source, and Emma herself didn't know where the source was.

She also doesn't care where the source is, she cares about the most challenging cases and most exciting courtroom scenes A\u0026H can give her, and beyond that, of course she politely learns not to explore other people's privacy .

This is how things will go. This is Westland. All kinds of strange murders have happened. From this point of view, it is not a big deal for a defense lawyer to kill his client the day after the successful conclusion of the case. .

——It’s just to inquire and avoid the harassment of reporters, and to deal with the forensic laboratory investigators who turned Amalette’s office upside down. Everyone in the law firm thought this at the beginning.

But in mid-May, a new story appeared in the Westerland Daily News, in which an "unnamed person concerned" swore to newspaper reporters that Herstal Amar was Wright was the Westland pianist.

Or to use a more intuitive language to describe the impact on the law firm: A\u0026H law firm partners murdered more than one firm client.

If the business of the law firm was only slightly affected before this report came out, then the law firm has become very difficult after this report came out. The few clients who came to the firm looked suspiciously at everyone in the office, as if someone would jump out at any moment and hang the client from the ceiling with piano strings, fishing line, or whatever. .

When Emma went to Holmes' office to deliver papers, she saw this chubby good gentleman sitting behind a stylish desk and drinking beer to drown his sorrows. "He's my college classmate!" Holmes yelled at Emma once, broken down. "He's probably killed dozens of people in the last ten years! How the hell didn't he kill me?!"

It was a really good question, and Emma couldn't answer it. A few more weeks later, strange rumors of "Amarette's body built into the office wall after killing a man" have begun to circulate in the corner coffee shop, and some people swear that as long as they work overtime at the law firm after midnight, they will be fine. Miserable cries could be heard coming from the ventilation pipes.

There is a high probability that neither of these two rumors is true. The only thing that is true is the increasing turnover rate of the law firm. One of the best law firms in Westland is moving at a speed that no one can imagine. Running wild in a certain abyss, and none of the people sitting on the same boat knew how to deal with it: after all, there has never been an example of a law firm closing down because one of its partners is suspected of being a psychopath.

Emma is also trying to find a new job. She is a graduate of a famous law school, and her qualifications have been passed. She also has work experience in a large law firm. It should be smooth sailing - but still, she is a suspected pervert. A murderer's paralegal.

She had received an interview invitation from a law firm. The scale of the law firm was not large. The interviewer looked at her and hesitated. Finally, when she finished describing her work experience, the interviewer finally couldn't help but ask carefully. Said: "Will your previous boss let you clean up the blood on the floor?"

That's not all, she's still stuck in the parking lot after get off work by the reporter with the weird European accent and missing a pinky finger who hasn't left Westland by this time until one is disemboweled 's sheep are hung on his grand piano. At that time, the reporter, who knew nothing about his future, stood in front of Emma's car door, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I heard that the Westland pianist is a pervert," he asked bluntly, "so I wonder, will he have sex with his assistant?"

Emma threw the bag in her hand on the reporter's face.

Emma raised her head tremblingly, feeling a bit like a small animal standing in the middle of the highway, stunned by the high beams of the car, unable to escape the fate of being hit by a car in the next second.

The first thing that catches her eye is a dark blue suit, a white and meticulous French shirt cuffs, and the cufflinks are an inconspicuous, gray-colored blue chalcedony. The man sat down across from her and tidied up the cufflinks of his shirt, in exactly the same posture as she remembered.

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