Heather Gerken did not seek a lawyer to defend himself, and he admitted all the accusations made by the school, his colleagues, or the students.

Not only that, he actively cooperated with the prosecutor, signed an agreement, and entrusted the prosecutor to help sell the property and make compensation.

This move has put prosecutors in order. But Heather Gerken was too good. He didn't even have any demands for a sentence, and he didn't say a word of justification for himself.

His only two demands were: 1. Not to accept the death penalty. If the court sentenced him to death, he would defend himself, appeal, and fight all the way to the Supreme Court.

He calmly said to the prosecutor

"I pleaded guilty because the whole world thought I was guilty and I had to admit it, but if it was a death sentence, I would defend myself. As the former dean of Yale Law School, even if he can't get away with it, he can still drag the eucalyptus for ten or twenty years. The prosecutor didn't want to make a fuss and agreed.

2. Ensure his safety in prison. For this reason, he demanded that his place of detention be New York, and that he should not be held in a private prison.

This requirement is more difficult to do. But in the face of the threat of a 10-20 year legal tie-up, the prosecutor had to agree to help make contact.

So, on October 12, the new day after Columbus Day, Brooklyn received a call from the Metropolitan Penitentiary.

He was informed by phone that a prisoner wanted him to visit. Unfortunately, Columbus Day was a Saturday and the day after Sunday, and Brooklyn had time.

Harrison drove to the Metropolitan Penitentiary. After a cordial and friendly conversation between the warden's office and the warden, a team of Brooklyn prison guards went to the interview room under the protection of the prison guards.

When the prison learned that Brooklyn would be visiting, it temporarily changed the visiting hours and emptied all the interview rooms.

The captain opened the door to the meeting room, did not prevent Harrison from entering, led Brooklyn to sit down, and bent down and whispered

"We're right outside the door, and you can call us if there's a situation."

"You can visit for as long as you want."

"Thank you." Brooklyn smiled and politely thanked him. The captain smiled and stepped out, closing the door to the meeting room.

A minute later, Heather Gerken, dressed in a gray prison uniform, was brought in. He looked radiant, and his whole person was radiant.

His expression was calm, without the slightest hint of anger or anything like that. His eyes were brighter.

Heather Gerken paused at his desk, then sat down. After the prison guards who had brought him withdrew, Brooklyn reached out and took a paper bag from Harrison and placed it on the table.

"There's probably no McDrow in the prison, so I'll buy it for you along the way." Heather Gerken lifted his hand to open the paper bag and took out a burger, a box of chicken nuggets, a box of salad, a box of french fries, a pie, a fried chicken thigh, and two cups of Coke.

He spread the food on the table, then unwrapped the burger and took a bite. After chewing and swallowing, Heather Gerken immediately took another bite.

After three or five bites of the burger, he licked his fingers, picked up a piece of chicken nuggets and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, muttering

"I didn't expect to be able to eat them. My fitness instructor always stopped me and I had to eat secretly. Well, it tastes good. ”

"If you like it." Brooklyn sat across from him unhurriedly, watching him eat. After eating a few pieces of chicken, Heather Gerken picked up the Coke and took a sip, then pushed the box and invited Brooklyn to eat it together.

"You can eat it too." Brooklyn shook her head. He picked up another glass of Coke, hesitated for a moment, handed it over, and invited Brooklyn.

Brooklyn still refused. He glanced at Harrison, who was standing behind Brooklyn.

"Do you want it?" Harrison shook his head gravely. Heather Gerken put the Coke down and continued to eat the chicken nuggets, chewing and going to open the salad box.

After taking a bite of the salad, he shook his head

"New York salads aren't as good as New Haven." After a pause, he added

"It's not as delicious as Boston." Brooklyn watched quietly as Heather Gerken gobbled up, eating all the food he had brought, drinking all the Coke, and then burping and patting his belly in his chair.

"Thank you for the food you brought me. There's no such annoying guy in my ear now. Heather Gerken said lazily

"You don't know, I used to even dare to sneak out of the toilet and eat these. It's been a long time since I've eaten enough in one go! Brooklyn asked softly

"Do you regret it?" Heather Gerken was stunned and shook her head in amusement

"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to meet you. Actually, I love desserts more, and I wish you could bring me some desserts. But McD's is not bad either. Next time, bring dessert. He lazily shifted his butt and admonished

"Next time I remember to bring desserts, I know that there is a dessert shop that is very delicious, Heather Gerken was seen by Brooklyn with a sticky face, and through the live broadcast signal, that scene was seen by the whole Federation. The difference is that Brooklyn carefully observed Heather Gerken's eyes and gaze changes, as well as the movement of facial muscles. When he was first brought out, he had a sense of relaxation that 'it's finally over' and 'the day has finally come,' and he was going to pull Brooklyn into the water as well. That kind of determination can't deceive people. But before he could do so, he was treated with a sticky face. It was the students of Yale Law School who he loved who had the lake in his hands. In front of so many people! In front of so many media! In front of the whole federation and the whole world! He saw the disgust in the eyes of the reporters, and the disgust and hatred in the eyes of the students, as if he were like the sticky stuff on his face. He saw his colleagues, Yale's board representatives, the stupid oppositionists, the short-sighted neutrals, and those who had once supported him. They stood together, talking and laughing, pointing at themselves and laughing at them with fear. Then he began to undress. After stripping naked, Brooklyn saw nothing but calm on his face. Just like this. It was as if he didn't care about anything.

"I heard that the only terms of your deal are the refusal of the death penalty and the guarantee of personal safety?" Brooklyn asked.

Heather Gerken lay there lazily, squeezed an 'um' out of his nose, then opened his mouth, reached out, pulled a strand of flesh from between his teeth, looked at it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

And then owed the owe ass. Poof—he's like a farmworker who never leaves the farm, rude, spontaneous, and does whatever he wants.

His face was always calm, and there was no embarrassment.

"I want to see how those idiots are toyed to death by you." It was only when he said this that the calm color on his face changed slightly.

His bite was heavier, and his eyes were determined. But it was only for a moment—the next, and the next moment, these expressions were all converged and vanished.

"I'm not interested in Yale." Brooklyn shook her head. Heather Gerken is back in a lazy state

"Come on, without me, can those idiots play with you and Burke Forsman?" He muttered, rolled his eyes to the ceiling, and muttered

"It's a pity, it's a pity." He shook his head as he spoke. Brooklyn knew what he was sorry for. It's a pity that it started late.

The Attorney General's case, including the phone call, was not at all a means for Heather Gerken to turn the tables, but a way to prepare for his own defeat.

If Yale doesn't treat him like this, if Brooklyn and Burke have a disagreement, the two will contain each other, and maybe Yale will have a chance to live.

He was ready then! No wonder he's so calm!

"Nothing to worry about." Brooklyn spits

"Burke and I are not just what you think we are, we have the same goals at work. You simply can't succeed. Heather Gerken smiled and didn't speak, just continued to roll her eyes and stare at the ceiling, not knowing what to think.

"Why did you come to New York?" Brooklyn asked.

"I said, I want to live well and see how those fools were killed by you." Heather Gerken replied.

Brooklyn bowed slightly, agreeing with the answer. When you think about it, New York is indeed the safest place to be.

Everyone knows that New York is Brooklyn's territory, and Brooklyn is so busy that it doesn't have any extra energy to make a fuss.

If Heather Gerken dies in prison in New York, it will hardly add to the situation, even if it is easy to deal with.

The last thing Brooklyn wants right now is an accident, whether it's a surprise or a fright!

"If you see me just for these ......"

"Remember to bring me dessert next time. I said the address of the house. Heather Gerken recovered from his stupor, stood up with some vigour, and his eyes paused for a moment on Brooklyn before shifting to Harrison.

"You're a good bodyguard, but you're not enough for one person." He turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait until the next time we meet, and I'll tell you the location of the next house."

"There are too many people who want your life now, and there are not enough people."

"It's still safe in prison, tsk~" said upside down, and Heather Gerken was handcuffed back and taken away.

Brooklyn sat there with a frown, then got up and opened the door to the meeting room and left. The captain waited a little farther away, a distance that would ensure that conversations in the room would not be overheard, and that they would be able to rush in as soon as something happened in the room.

Brooklyn walked up to the captain, thanked him, and asked him to take care of Heather Gerken. Heather 'Gerken's choice was correct.

Even if Brooklyn is reluctant, he must be kept safe. Brooklyn inquired in detail about Heather Gerken's accommodations, roommates, airtime, meals, medical and health care, and physical and mental condition.

The captain listened a little widely. He's a prison guard...... Seeing that the captain couldn't answer, Brooklyn didn't feel embarrassed, but just smiled and begged him to ensure Heather Gerken's safety.

The captain patted his chest and agreed. Leaving the prison block and returning to the warden's office, Brooklyn revisits the importance of Heather Gerken.

When he heard that the roommate in Heather Gerken's room was a gangster, Brooklyn tactfully suggested to the warden that he change his roommate.

The warden turned on the computer in front of Brooklyn, found an old white man in his sixties, and introduced him to Brooklyn

"Charlie Westmoreland, arrested and imprisoned for hijacking, has been locked up here for 28 years. He has performed well in prison and has never been involved in disputes. Brooklyn nodded, pleased with the candidate.

Then, without waiting for Brooklyn to ask, the warden took the initiative to introduce him

"Heather Gerken is a prisoner coordinated from New Haven, Connecticut, and we have made special arrangements considering his special circumstances."

"The timing of his release was staggered from the prison area, together with the light inmates' area, and his release area was isolated separately, behind the barbed wire fence around the 'field', and between the high walls."

"He doesn't need to go to the cafeteria to eat, his meals will be brought back by his cellmates and eaten under the supervision of the prison guards."

"We are preparing to change the G prison system to provide better medical care for prisoners by conducting basic check-ups once a week, and we are also preparing to expand the infirmary, enrich the types of standing medicines, and increase the basic equipment, at least to ensure that they are sufficient to deal with emergencies or sudden diseases. It is expected that at least the scale of a simple operation will have to keep the prisoner until the ambulance arrives. ”

"But as you know, we're ......nervous," the warden looked at Brooklyn with a look of embarrassment.

Brooklyn thought for a moment and said

"I would love to see the change of the Metropolitan Prison, this more humane management and measures can better promote the reform of prisoners, after all, prisons are a place for prisoners to recognize their mistakes and change themselves, not a simple punishment institution."

"In this case, I personally donate a sum of money to the Metropolitan Prison, and on behalf of E. Y made another donation. ”

"Other than that, I have a good relationship with the mayor, maybe he should listen to your thoughts."

"If you don't have enough money, you have to declare, and all this money is spent on improving the environment of prisoners and improving the treatment of prisoners, and it is not a random application. Right. "The warden hurriedly said, 'Yes, yes, yes'.

The problem was solved with a joke. Brooklyn received a commitment from the warden to Heather Gerken's safety, and the warden received a grant to increase his income.

Everyone's happy! Brooklyn then went on to discuss with the warden various details about Heather Gerken and the prison situation.

Brooklyn encourages the warden to raise a problem and find a way to solve it, as long as it is for the Metropolitan Penitentiary, nothing is a problem.

At the same time, Brooklyn did not forget to remind the warden that it is necessary to ensure the safety of prisoners and ensure that the basic rights and interests of prisoners are protected, otherwise the mayor and the governor will be unhappy, he is a friend of the governor, and if the governor is unhappy, he will also be unhappy.

It dragged on until noon, and after a meal at the prison, Brooklyn resigned.