In the past, Baker collected money and then did things, but this time, Baker plans to enjoy the good feeling of spending money on services.

In less than half an hour, news came.

Officers found a body at the Chicago Navy Pier.

The deceased Peter Duncan.

The son of Brill Duncan, the man in the car accident.

According to eyewitness accounts, about half an hour ago, a black sedan pulled up directly to the side of the road, abducted a woman and a child, and then shot Peter Duncan and walked away.

Chicago's 31st Precinct is busy.

Twenty-one precincts.

Hank Boyt directly slammed open the door of the conference room, and was about to scold Baker for the innocence of others, when he saw a tall, dark-haired, and eyed intellectual beauty.

Baker, who was sitting there with his legs crossed, curled the corners of his mouth: "Hank, introduce, Diana Florike, a partner at GY&W Law Firm Chicago, from now on, Diana will answer any of your questions in my place." ”

Diana, who was tall and only thirty years old and was already a partner at Chicago's No. 1 Law Firm, got up and handed Hank her business card to introduce herself: "Hello, Sheriff Boyt, my client has already told me about the situation, please note that my client is here for his own safety, and the purpose is self-evident." ”

Hank took the list and looked at Baker.

Baker had a small smile on his face.

Hank manually tweaked the list, closed the door, tore the business card to shreds, and headed straight for the basement.

He has never been merciful to criminals.

But......

Hank hadn't gotten used to Baker's family reunion nine years earlier, even though he had no direct evidence of it nine years earlier.

Now?

Hank was also unaccustomed to it.

Underground garage.

Bang.

Hank slapped a fax of the deceased that had just been sent from the 31st Precinct directly on the iron cage, and said in a deep voice to the man in the car accident inside: "Now, tell me everything you know." ”

In the car accident in the iron cage the man was at first dismissive.

But after glancing at the fax that Hank slapped in front of him, he was momentarily stunned.

Rise.

Grab the fax.

The next second.

It's a wail.

Erin and the others rushed from behind, and Irene knew what was going on from the howling man in the iron cage.

Erin's face suddenly changed: "I'll go find him." ”

"Stop!"

"Hank."

"Is it useful for you to go to him? That bastard has even hired a lawyer, a lawyer who is 1,500 dollars an hour, do you have any evidence, do you really think he doesn't dare to send you to court? ”

"That ......"

Hank directly ignored Erin behind him, squatted down, and said coldly to the man in the car accident in the iron cage: "Now, tell everything you know, and there is still a chance to save the lives of your daughter-in-law and grandson." ”

The man in the car accident wailed again and again, and the scene was very bleak, which really made the listener sad and listened to the feeling of tears.

Several members of BFIPU looked at each other.

What is it called?

They know who the murderer is, but they can't do anything?

Ten minutes later.

Another piece of news came.

The wife of the man in the car accident, who was being treated at the Chicago City Hospital, had just accidentally fallen down the stairs of the emergency escape.

He's dead.

As for why his wife walked through the emergency tunnel, no one knew why, and the hospital's surveillance did not see anything.

Well.

It was an accident.

The police officer of the second division who arrived at the hospital before took a brief look and had directly closed the case.

Second floor.

Conference room.

Bang.

Erin just barged in.

Baker, who was sitting there, pressed his hand on Diana, who was about to get up, and then looked at the angry Erin with a smile: "What's the matter, who made you angry, my sister, tell me, I'll help you solve him." ”

Erin calmed her breathing: "Stop it, if he really knows something, we will know everything from his mouth, not in this way." ”

"What is this?"

Baker laughed and said to Diana: "Lady Floric, look, that's why I asked you to come here for a cup of coffee with me, I've been here since the beginning, but it seems that even my sister thinks I've done something heinous, sure enough, my psychic medium is right, fortunately I'm in the police station now, otherwise, the secret service would probably have started to break down the door now." ”

Lawyer Diana had a serious expression: "Please rest assured, Mr. Morton, my law firm and I will never let such a barbaric and wanton law enforcement thing happen." ”

Baker smiled, "I believe Ms. Florike. ”

Erin sat next to her and took a deep breath.

Baker turned to look at his sister: "Look, what you think is maturity, it seems that my maturity is half-baked here, what do you think, my dear sister." ”

Compare yourself to your sister.

Barbara seems to be more mature than her, at least, Barbara never stops when she gets angry, at most she waits for his anger to end and say a few words that are not right or something.

Hey!

…… Wait a minute.

Baker came back to his senses and touched his chin, wondering why he thought of Barbara.

There's no reason for that.

Baker smiled, looked at his watch, then looked at Erin and said, "I'll probably be here for the last thirty minutes." ”

Erin gritted her teeth, glared at Baker, and turned to walk towards the conference room.

No doubt.

Baker gave an ultimatum, and if he didn't open his mouth for thirty minutes, then there was no need to open his mouth at all.

Boom!

Erin returned to the underground garage, looked at the man in the car accident who was still wailing in the iron cage, and went up and kicked the iron cage twice: "Don't stay up, either say it now, or wait until thirty minutes later, you don't need to say it." ”

What else does it mean to say that Dute Meow is dead?

The man in the car accident whimpered: "I want to see my daughter-in-law and grandson." ”

Erin said angrily: "Do you think you have the qualifications to negotiate now?" ”

This guy is really, too.

I just gave you a chance for ten minutes, you didn't cherish it, and now you regret it.

That thing really dares to kill.

And it's the kind that doesn't blink, is the black riot that almost ignited in Chicago nine years ago really forgotten?

The man in the car accident whimpered and whimpered.

Time ticks and ticks again.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty-five minutes.

The man in the car accident gritted his teeth and said to everyone: "It was Keena Jr., the Irish gangster in the northern city district, who found me and gave me 100,000 dollars to make me do this." ”

Almost when the man in the car accident opened his mouth to say about Keener's side.

Erin had turned away.

Conference room.

Erin blinked at the empty conference room, turned to Nadia, the receptionist on the second floor, and said, "What about the people inside." ”

"Gone."

"What?"

Nadia said to Erin, "That gentleman just asked me to tell you if you have forgotten that his time is always ten minutes faster than anyone else's. ”

Erin: "...... Exercise! ”

Nadia: "......"