After work, Brooklyn went to a Mexican restaurant to pack a few tacos. Outside, the accident site is still surrounded by a police cordon, and the tracer personnel are busy inside.

Passing by the cordon, Brooklyn saw Dexter in the midst of a busy crowd, who seemed to be in a bad mental state.

Didi! Brooklyn honked his horn, greeted David, waved at him, and drove away.

Thanks to the police cordoning off here, today's Hoover Avenue is finally less congested, and Brooklyn quickly drove to the cemetery.

Buying a bouquet of flowers while passing by a florist, Brooklyn walked towards Ben Stone's tombstone with Taco in his arms.

Brushing the withered bouquet away, and putting the fresh bouquet with water droplets back down, Brooklyn crouched in front of the tombstone, pulled out the taco, and babbled as he placed it, as if he were catching up with an old friend.

"The last time we saw each other was at your funeral."

"I brought your favorite taco, yes, it's e.. The Mexican restaurant next to y, specially brought to you. ”

"Sierra and Nora died today. Killed by the killers behind them. Right at the door of the courthouse. ”

"I was eating at a Mexican restaurant and I chose a window spot, you know that, right? There's a clear view of what's going on. ”

"They signed a plea agreement, which I think is a little too light for them."

"You're right, it's rotten! It really sucks! ”

"I remember you told me that I am only a judge, you are only a prosecutor, and we can't do anything but our own work."

"But I'm not reconciled."

"They don't want to be investigated for child trafficking. When others investigate them, they cover them up, and if they can't cover them up, they set fire to them and kill them. ”

"Tsk~" Brooklyn squatted in front of the tombstone and babbled. Ray stood right behind him, listening in silence.

In front of Ray and Ben Stone, Brooklyn calmly admitted everything. He doesn't think he's done wrong.

He's just a judge, and he knows exactly what he can and can't do. Brooklyn said a lot until it was dark, and then he stood up.

"Okay, next time I come to see you, I guess I'll have to wait until the others are caught."

"Let's go, bye!" Brooklyn waved his hand at the tombstone and returned to the car without looking back.

Start the car and drive home. Ray couldn't wait to get out of the car and ran upstairs. Ten minutes later, Ray ran down again.

Brooklyn was cooking in the kitchen when Thunder said hello and hurried out. ………………………… Wednesday, May 9th.

e.. The cordon at the entrance of Y has been removed, and after a busy night, the place of the incident has been restored to its original state, and if you do not look closely, you will not be able to see that there was a serious assassination here yesterday.

Ray was back in the morning in Brooklyn as he was getting ready to go out, and he looked tired. Brooklyn didn't ask much, waited in the car for a while, and set off with Ray.

Court No. 9.

"Next group." Brooklyn flipped through the new indictment, glanced at the prosecution, and looked up at the plaintiff's bench with some surprise.

Anne Aldington! Compared to the first time I saw Eucalyptus in the Baruch College cafeteria, Anne at this time has changed a lot.

Her cheekbones were high and her cheeks were sunken, and she wore a thin trench coat with a stand-up collar that hid her chin.

Her long, supple hair was cut short and her face was not powdered, making her look like a tomboy. Brooklyn has learned about Anne.

She was caught up in the assault of the non-binary community. The mad dog-like creatures seemed to recognize Anne Aldington and pounced on her frantically.

And Anne showed a side that surprised everyone. She chose to line up with this group of people on her social accounts!

Brooklyn didn't know what it was like to write that long paragraph, full of logical and rational beauty, to reasonably refute the mad dogs.

Maybe she was lying on the bed, biting her lip to stop her tears from flowing. Inexplicably, Brooklyn thought of this image, and then couldn't help but look down......

"Your Excellency!" Anne Aldington's slightly hoarse voice woke Brooklyn up.

Facing Anne's warning and disdainful looks, Brooklyn realized that his gaze was just resting on her chest.

"Ahem......" Brooklyn pretended to cough

"Do you have any opinion from the prosecution?" This is considering a bail request.

"Yes." Anne Aldington's voice was still hoarse, but with a chill of reason

"The suspect has no permanent residence, and he claims to have relatives living in New York, but after our investigation, he has been kicked out of his home by his relatives."

"The suspect has no stable job, no regular family, and has been living on theft since graduating from high school, stealing all the way from Detroit to New York."

"In view of the suspect's past habits, we do not recommend bail." This is a theft, the suspect is a habitual thief, he has been careful in the past, and he has never missed.

As a result, this time he stole a ring. What he considered to be an ordinary ring, worth only two or three hundred dollars, was actually a jewel ordered by King Louis XIV.

It is expensive on its own, which, combined with its historical value, has a preliminary estimate of 4 million according to information provided by Neil Cavry, which could reach 6 million if it goes up to auction, and even more if you meet a fan of Louis XIV or someone who specializes in collecting king's rings.

Still, the defendant's decision not to grant bail is a bit harsh. In fact, according to Brooklyn's calculations, $5,000 to $10,000 is a good number.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to announce the result, he made eye contact with Anne again. Somehow, Brooklyn suddenly felt a little weak.

And so the words on the lips became

"The court took into account the actual circumstances of the defense and made a decision based on the recommendations of the prosecution and did not grant bail." As he spoke, Brooklyn looked down and quickly filled in the information on the indictment, making a mark.

"Next!" At Anne Aldington's strange gaze, Brooklyn raised her voice a little embarrassed and shouted.

…………………… Noon, Mexican restaurant. It's still overcrowded, and it seems that the thinking has not been affected by yesterday's street assassination.

In fact, this is also true. As a member of the federal judiciary, whether judges, judges' assistants, lawyers, or prosecutors, it's a little strange to know this kind of thing.

Isn't it just an assassination in the street, it's not a big deal. You know, the Federation can even assassinate the president, and two tainted witnesses are just ordinary in the eyes of the Federation.

As a result, business in Mexican restaurants is still booming. The Brooklyn team picked yesterday's spot. As soon as he sat down, Bob couldn't wait to speak

"Did you see Anne Aldington?" Nelly flipped through the menu—she had to do it every time, even though she could already recite it word for word—and rolled her eyes in disgust

"Bob, we're not blind, of course we do." Bob asked mysteriously, lowering his voice

"Did you notice something unusual about some people?" While speaking, as if afraid that others would not know who he would talk about, Bob also deliberately glanced at Brooklyn.

Nelly was really interested, hurriedly ordered tortillas and chickpeas, put down the menu, and looked at Brooklyn with a curious expression.

Her position was in front of the bench, and there was a dedicated area, so she couldn't see Brooklyn.

Bob, on the other hand, was in the judge's seat, from the inner courtyard to the entrance to the courtroom, where he had an unobstructed view of the courtroom.

Brooklyn had already finished ordering, and looked at Bob with the same inexplicable expression.

"Remember before Selena Eucalyptus, our Brooklyn judge?" Instead of answering immediately, Bob asked an unexpected question.

What was Brooklyn like before Selena Eucalyptus? Low-key and high-profile. Low-key means at work. At that time, Brooklyn had a great resume, but he rarely did anything more than what was in his area of responsibility.

The Brooklyn judge at the time would not have said anything deafening. People have the impression that he is very competent and impartial, but he is silent.

At that time, Brooklyn attracted people more about his private life. Compared with the dullness and monotony of work, the private life of Judge Brooklyn is much more exciting.

"Listening to Crowley at L&O Bar, since Selena Eucalyptus, there have been a lot fewer beautiful women trying to sneak in." Bob said with a wicked smile.

Brooklyn was a little embarrassed by this topic, and he coughed, took a sip from his glass, and his eyes wandered.

Nelly looked unsurprised. She was an old man of the court, older than Brooklyn and Bob combined, and had seen all sorts of judges.

A distracted and abusive judge is not surprising. Instead, Ray looked curious.

"Next time I'm going to L&O, let Crowley tell you. He knows a lot. Bob smacked his mouth.

"What does this have to do with Anne Aldington?" Ray asked, confused.

"Hey~~" At the mention of Annie, Bob let out a lewd laugh again

"Because of Selena, our Brooklyn judge has changed his ways, and he hasn't found a bed partner in a long, long time."

"I suspect our Brooklyn judge has taken a fancy to Anne Aldington." Ray: "What? Nelly: "Impossible! Brooklyn: "Shut up! Ray and Nellie looked at Brooklyn.

Brooklyn touched her nose in embarrassment. If it was just playing cards, Anne would, probably, maybe be a good choice.

Brooklyn recalled the scene in the courtroom and thought to himself.

"Look, look." Bob pointed to Brooklyn's nose-touching hand with a 'Look, I got it' expression.

Nelly, who thought it was impossible, was also a little skeptical.

"Not really." Brooklyn said with a wry smile and put his finger down. ………………………… In the afternoon, Brooklyn was a little late for a theft.

Brooklyn originally saw that the theft was simple, so it was scheduled for the time when it was close to the end of work.

Unexpectedly, the suspect stole a car all the way from Montana to New York. The owner has also changed from one person to dozens of people.

It took an hour and a half just to contact the local police to confirm that the vehicle was stolen. By the time Brooklyn announced with a grudge that the suspect was not allowed bail, it was already dark.

Waving goodbye to Bob and Nelly, Brooklyn and Ray walked to the parking lot. The crowded parking lot had become empty at this time, and in the large parking lot of hundreds of nearly 1,000 square meters, there were only second-hand cars from Brooklyn and a silver sedan with reflective film parked at the door.

As he drove past the silver car, Brooklyn couldn't help but glance over there.

"Anne Aldington's." Ray fiddled with the toolbox and said without looking up.

"What?"

"I said, this car belongs to Anne Aldington." Ray said, squeezing his eyes at Brooklyn.

"Her eucalyptus is in the morning, and it's long overdue." Brooklyn shook his head, disagreeing with Ray's claim.

"How about a bet?" Ray asked, raising an eyebrow and closing the toolbox.

"Bet on what?" Not to be outdone, Lei simply parked the car at the door.

"Dinner for a month!" Thunder Road

"That's it." Brooklyn shook his head and gestured to start the car

"You're only going to make chickpeas, oh my god, I want to vomit when I see chickpeas now."

"Takeaway! Takeaway! Seeing that Brooklyn was about to retreat, Ray hurriedly said

"I don't cook, I can buy takeout. If you lose, make dinner for a month. If I lose, we'll eat takeout for a month. ”

"How do I feel that no matter what, I'm not cheap?" Brooklyn complained, reached out and high-fived Ray, then stopped the car and turned off the engine, and got out of the car with Ray and walked towards the silver sedan.

When you get closer, you can see many footprints on the body. When the two of them walked to the front, they found that it was not a reflective film at all, but a thick layer of spray paint that had been sprayed on.

On the other side of the Brooklyn detour, I saw the familiar spray painting on the body. Bichi! A huge word was spray-painted on the silver body, and the yellow color looked very harsh.

The two looked around the car and looked at each other, their faces a little ugly. The same thing that happened to Brooklyn here not so long ago is still vivid.

"They're disgusting!" Brooklyn said with a look of disgust. Ray shook his head.

The two of them were no longer interested in betting, shook their heads and walked back. On the road, the atmosphere in the car was somewhat silent.

Brooklyn drove the car very slowly, looking preoccupied. When I got home, it was completely dark.

After dinner and hesitating for a long time, Brooklyn turned on the computer, logged in to the social account, and looked through the messages under Anne Aldington's account.

Her last post was posted at noon today, and it was a few pictures. The picture shows the silver car.

Is that all you have? It was followed by a mocking emoji. Underneath this dynamic are all kinds of foul language.

Brooklyn flipped through the pages to find a few replies from Anne Aldington. Her reply was as calm and sarcastic as she had appeared.

In the message, she unreservedly denounced the culprits who spray-painted her car like that as 'cowards who only pretend to be women' and 'cowardly deviants'.

She seemed determined to fight the madmen to the end.