In the interrogation room, Ethan and Hank sing and harmonize, trying to stun Jenny.

The other party was shocked at first, then showed disbelief, and finally turned into a look of grievance.

In any case, it is not at all.

"I think it's Dr. Elliott who will disqualify you from being a partner."

Hank directly picked it out and tapped her with his hand: "The shares of the law firm, the million-dollar house in Lincoln Park." ”

"Bang."

He waved his hands: "Everything you have, will be lost because of Dr. Elliott's testimony." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Jenny clenched her hands and asked in surprise, "Are you implying that I killed Dr. Elliott?" ”

"I don't know." Hank shaved his cheek with his thumb:

"You come and tell me."

"I'm sorry." Jenny sat up straight: "I have no idea what you're talking about, it's a slander against me." ”

"Based on what we know now." Ethan opened the folder and took out the photos one by one and put them on the table: "We think you seduced Sims and Johnston and used them to help you clear the way." ”

On the table, a photograph of Dr. Elliott's torso, Johnston's corpse, and Sims, who was shot, were lined up.

Jenny didn't even look at the pictures, she brushed her hair back and lifted her chin to look at Ethan.

"Johnston didn't dispose of the body." Ethan stared at her coldly: "You just let Sims kill him and don't let the matter get to you, right?" ”

"Seeing that the matter was exposed, Johnston was tracked down, and you pointed us to Sims's clues." Hank leaned back in his chair:

"Do you want us to help you get rid of Sims and solve all your hidden dangers?"

"A man who is crazy about love is very scary, are you afraid that he will continue to pester you in the future?"

"Were you so happy to hear that he killed a police officer?"

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the two, Jenny raised her chin higher, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly:

"I'm a victim!"

"Do you believe the words of a white supremacist, sociopath, ex-convict, or do you believe me?"

Ethan and Hank looked at each other, and Hank shrugged:

"Personal opinion, I believe Simms' words."

"Me too."

Ethan raised his hand, fingers shaking slightly.

"Really?" Jenny put away all the expressions on her face and leaned forward to look at Ethan: "Then show the evidence and talk to me again." ”

"Don't blame me for not reminding you if those tapes were circulating."

"I promise, I'll tell you all to lose your jobs."

Jenny sat back down and slowly arranged her clothes: "If it's nothing, I want to leave." ”

"Next time you talk to me, please bring the relevant documents, thank you."

The whole person looked expressionless, but there was a hint of smugness and teasing brilliance in his eyes.

A doctor in his sixties who testified about the crime.

A policeman who behaves recklessly and has a wife and children at home.

and those people in the North Gang, all died under her desires.

Ethan gathered all the photos on the table, a faint smile on his lips.

What Jenny said just now is right, it has no effect to sue her, and the identities of both parties are her natural weapons.

Not a single jury member would believe what Sims said.

It doesn't even go to court, and the prosecutor simply vetoes such a case.

Leaving Jenny behind, the two walked out of the interrogation room.

"Can we just let her go?"

Sumner walked out of the observation room, spread his hands and asked:

"She's definitely behind it."

"What else can I do?" Antonio walked out and shook his head helplessly.

"But." Sumner said unwillingly: "We have evidence that she is with the suspect." ”

"Two gang members, ex-convicts, and a couple of video CDs." Hank waved his hand: "Go and let her go, you can communicate with the state attorney, but I don't think you need to report any hope." ”

"But." Sumner opened his mouth, only to find that he had nothing to say.

That's the way it is now.

There are always some people who can escape the punishment of the law.

She sighed helplessly, her first case to follow up on the whole process, but she didn't expect it to end in such a daze.

Things are done, and they don't seem to be done.

The man who killed Dr. Elliot was melted and captured.

But the real murderer can't do anything about her.

In the Chase room, there was an indescribable dull feeling, and it was not until the arrival of the two people that everyone's thoughts were broken.

"This is Phil Roddieger."

Hoststed and an old white man with a burly white beard stood at the top of the stairs.

He continued: "He turned himself in. ”

The white-bearded old man's face was dull, and Horstead didn't have the slightest joy on his face.

Hearing his words, everyone stood up.

Hank, who was in the office, also walked out quickly, his hands in his pockets, looking at Erin and Sumner.

Erin understood, and with Sumner, she led Phil Rodiger to the interrogation room.

The others stepped forward, slapped Horstead in succession, and walked briskly to the observation room.

Through the one-way glass, the crowd watched quietly.

"He's a pervert." Phil wiped away tears with trembling hands:

"I don't know, I've been maintaining a demon for so many years."

There is a mixture of anger, despair, and self-blame in his eyes, and it is difficult to see these emotions appear in a person's eyes at the same time.

Erin didn't speak, just gently patted the back of Phil's hand.

"I never wanted to believe that my son could do something like that."

Phil's eyes were full of tears, and his wrinkled hands kept shaking: "Until two days ago, Detective Horstead came to the door, and that angry roar pierced my heart. ”

"In the evening, after Lonnie went out, I turned on his computer."

"Inside the computer, I found a lot of photos."

Phil closed his eyes, not daring to meet Erin's gaze: "It's all pictures of little boys, it's all those pictures." ”

"When Lonnie returned, I confronted him."

"We had an argument, and in the panic, I picked up the rope that Lonnie had placed in the room."

As he spoke, his voice stopped, and tears continued to flow from his eyes.

Everyone can guess what happened next.

After a minute, Erin silently said, "Then you dumped the body on the side of the road. ”

Phil pressed one hand to his face, and the whole person sobbed.

After a while, he looked up and looked at Erin with red eyes:

"Detective, please."

"Let me go to jail, I need to go to hell with these sins."

Everyone in the observation room fell silent, and no one was willing to say anything about it.

What happened today is extremely ridiculous.

A woman who killed several lives for her selfish desires walked out of the police station easily.

A conscience found that the old man who ended his sin with his own hands had to spend the last part of his life in prison.

"Antonio."

Hank said in a deep voice, "Help Phil intercede with the prosecutor and do what you can." ”

"No problem."

Antonio nodded and agreed without hesitation.

The others didn't want to look any further, and walked out of the observation room one after another.

Horstead clasped his hands to his chest and stared blankly against the wall.

(End of chapter)