Around noon, Dean returned to LVPD with the large group with the discovery of Abby's family.

"The District Attorney of the Prosecutor's Office Hines is here, let's go see how things go." Holden said,

"What is the position of District Attorney?" Dean asked, "Shouldn't the Las Vegas Police Department be in charge of this case?" ”

"It's complicated to explain. You just need to know that we can't afford to mess with him, he issued an arrest warrant and a search warrant not long ago, and now the evidence is very strong, he wants to file a lawsuit against the 'child killer' to add seniority to himself, by the way, I don't have a good deal with that guy. ”

Holden explained, and led Dean and Carl up to the second floor to a more spacious but dimly lit office.

There were already four people negotiating in it - the client, Abby and her mother, Raj, the bald and fat lawyer, Lukeville, and another young man in a spiritual dark blue suit with a straight body,

"Dean Lew, the hero who saved the children from Lake Mead?" When the young man saw the Asian face that pushed the door in, he paused his tone, got up and walked over, and reached out to shake Dean very enthusiastically, his palm was warm and full of strength, and his words were not stingy with appreciation,

"I've heard that you've volunteered at LVPD, and not long ago helped the bureau solve a murder case with a nasty impact, and Las Vegas needs a young man like you with a sense of justice, responsibility, and talent."

"You're overrated, Magistrate Hines, I'm just a volunteer to study and observe, and I hope I don't disturb you." Dean smiled at him, his gaze swept over the three people sitting side by side across from him,

Abby immediately became agitated and wanted to get up and say something, but was stopped by a look from her mother.

"Where? Go ahead. Carl said flatly, and sat down in the chair next to his desk with Holden and Dean.

The magistrate returned to the negotiating table, looked at Abby with a blazing gaze, half joking, half sarcastically,

"To get back to the point, do you like little boys? Abby. On the day of the crime, did you take new drugs, drank broken pills, or did you have hallucinations and schizophrenic episodes to commit that heinous crime against an innocent boy! ”

"Stop! Stop intimidating my client! Lycville interrupted the magistrate's questioning and asked rhetorically, "Tell us why Abby was arrested!" Say it all, or we'll go to the media and tell them that you've arrested an innocent high school student, a future celebrity, ruined her reputation, frightened her parents and friends, and left us with only a trumped-up murder suspicion and arrest warrant! ”

In the face of the lawyer's aggressive rhetorical question, the district prosecutor calmly threw out a sentence,

"First of all, fingerprints... We found Abby's fingerprints on the body of the victim, Bucky Fran, on the knife that Abby dissected him, and on the bicycle that carried him deeper into the park. ”

"That's not me, I didn't do it!" Abby's shoulders trembled, and her face flushed and retorted,

The lawyer gave her a reassuring look and retorted, "Fingerprinting is nothing new. ”

The district prosecutor shook his head, "A few fingerprints may be planted, but dozens, hundreds, or bloody fingerprints." ”

"It's a bit troublesome, but it can also be planted." The lawyer is a bit of a mess.

"We have several more eyewitnesses," Carl next to him suddenly interjected, "and each one did not hesitate to point out in the photo Abby Clarke, who appeared in Booker Park on her bicycle with Bucky Fran!" ”

"You know what an eyewitness is, Carl?" The lawyer said tepidly, but very powerfully, "A person who thinks he has seen something, no one knows whether they are drunkards or addicts, and they are in a state of addiction." Besides, we have eyewitnesses! ”

The lawyer glanced at Ms. Raj next to her, who wiped her tears and said that Abby had been lying sick at home at the time of the crime.

"Battista and I are both eyewitnesses, and a few days before the crime, the family doctor prescribed medication to Abby, proving that she is in a very bad health!"

"Conflicting evidence? It doesn't matter, we have other evidence, and a few of them explained to me why the DNA test results were the same," the district attorney put the photos, reports, and items in the briefcase in front of Abby and the lawyer, "The deceased's empty eye sockets, the mouth where the tongue was cut out, and the edges of the torn tissue, all of them were Abby's DNA, and the marks of gnawing!" ”

"It's terrible, that's a demon!" Abby was frightened and screamed with a pale face, "That's not me!" ”

Raj took her into his arms with red eyes, and the mother and daughter wept face to face.

"Superb acting." Carl sarcastically said to the side, "We still have a lot of surveillance footage, enough to debunk your lies!" ”

"Wait. If the DNA is tested after the arrest, if the testing procedures are strictly followed, there is no reason for the test results to be released quickly. The lawyer's eyes suddenly lit up, "How did you get a DNA sample from my client, Abby Clark?" ”

The question stopped both the detective and the district attorney, and Hines looked at Carl.

Carl cleared his throat, "We asked a colleague to get Abby Clarke's permission the day after the crime. ”

"Uncle Thomas?" Abby's eyes were red and she lifted her mouth,

"This is an illegal method," the corners of the lawyer's mouth curved slightly, and a hint of joy flashed on his fat face, "This DNA test report is invalid evidence!" You must re-ask for my client's consent to obtain her DNA sample from legal sources! ”

The faces of the District Attorney and Carl turned ugly.

A trace of amazement flashed in Dean's eyes, who had been unable to interject, worthy of a well-known barrister, and completely rejected the most heavyweight evidence in the hands of the police officers and the DNA test report in a few words.

But in this case, do you have to wait a few more days to re-test?

"Then re-test, but doing so will not change the result except for delaying time." The district prosecutor changed the subject and turned his fire on the suspect,

"Ms. Abby, last chance. We can detain you for forty-eight hours in this state, and there is not much time left, and if you don't tell the truth before then, then we can only put you in a detention center and wait for court, and that will be big news, and the outside of the courthouse will be crowded with angry people, the media, and their cameras, and your face will appear in countless TV news stations... You will be spurned by the people, is that what you want? ”

Detention centers, courts, people's spit?

These words are full of deterrence, making a mother and daughter panic,

It is well known that among the various types of prisoners in detention centers, the offenders who harm children and those who force the bag are at the bottom of the food chain.

"No, I don't want to go into the detention center!" Abby was already dispossessed, and looked at the silent lawyer on the side,

"I'm going to bail the client." Lycville's voice is loud,

"I can help you apply," the district attorney said bluntly, "but the impact of this violent case is too bad for bail to be approved." In short, Abby must be in the detention center for a while. ”

"No, please do something!"

"Everyone... Allow me to say a few words. ”

Dean spoke in a flat tone, and both the lawyer and the district attorney cast scrutinizing glances,

"When we searched Abby's house, we found a little new evidence... Carl, Holden, can I bring over the tracksuit I found last night? ”

Karl sighed.

“OK！” Holden, who had been watching the excitement, seemed to be happy.

Soon the three-bar tracksuit in the transparent bag was laid flat on the desk, and Dean explained his findings to the crowd.

There's no way Abby can afford to buy the tracksuit, which was only released in Santa Monica in September, and Abby hates white to the extreme.

"It's a little surprise." The lawyer gave Dean an appreciative look and casually said, "The DNA report has been ruled out. Now the murderer is wearing a dress that Abby can't have on the day of the murder, which provides a possibility - the murderer is a person who looks very similar to Abby, deliberately killed someone, and planted the blame for Abby! ”

Abby and Raj both cast grateful glances at Dean.

"The origin of this dress doesn't say anything," Carl retorted categorically, "it may have been picked up by Abby, stolen, bought from someone else, deliberately to confuse the eye, it doesn't matter." ”

"You have to show evidence, what about the test results of the clothes, if not." The lawyer shook his head, "You can't slander my client by such inferences. ”

Carl glared at Dean angrily, "When were you bought by this barrister, are you still an LVPD person, and which side are you on?" ”

This stinky boy who eats inside and out has created another problem for him.

The district prosecutor was also confused by this operation, shouldn't this volunteer with a sense of justice help him punish the murderer?

The light shone on Dean's slightly tangled face, and he shook his head,

"I'm only on the side of the truth, and I don't want to wronged a good person."

Holden, who was quietly observing from behind, nodded quietly.

The District Attorney warned, "Dean, you know what, you may be helping a demon escape the law. ”

"She could also be a poor person who has suffered unjustified injustices." Dean was bold enough to say, "Guys, please give me time and ask a few questions!" ”

"Alright, then let's hear your opinion." The district attorney relented.

"Just ask, lad!" The barrister smiled at him, apparently taking him for a teammate.

Dean turned his gaze to his friend,

"Abby, you have a scar on your wrist, right?"

"That's right," Abby was confused by the question, but because of Dean's assertiveness, she reciprocated her trust, "Raj, help me roll up the left sleeve." ”

The dim light illuminated a half-finger-long dark red wound between Abby's left wrist and thumb, crescent-shaped, that basically matched the one in Dean's memory of the bar owner's drinker's hand.

Abby said,

"Because of the cold and inflammation of the wound, I didn't rest well during that time, my immunity decreased, and I had a fever for a week."

"If you think about it carefully, when did your scar start to heat up and hurt?"

"Around the 16th, and then it became more and more painful, on the day of the incident, the 20th hurt the most, and gradually improved after that, the 22nd was slightly better, and yesterday on the 24th, it didn't hurt at all, and the fever also subsided."

A hint of thought flashed in Dean's eyes, "So, just before and after the crime, this scar hurt so badly?" ”

Raj added, "In those days, Abby was lying in bed in a cold sweat and collapsed, and it was difficult to walk, and our family doctor can testify!" ”

"It's a strong confession." The lawyer boasted to the district attorney, "My client was in extremely bad physical condition on the day of the crime, and he was not in a position to complete such a complicated murder!" ”

"But we have more evidence to the contrary," Carr retorted,

The district attorney was unusually silent.

"Abby, can you describe it specifically?" Dean interrupted the-for-tat confrontation between the two, "On the day of the 20th incident, what did the body feel, was it just a simple fever and pain?" ”

"It's very uncomfortable, I can't open my eyes, it's dark, my mind feels like it's sealed in cement, it's blank, I don't have any ideas." A hint of fear flashed across Abby's face, "For a while, I felt like the stone was still something particularly heavy pressing down on my chest, making me breathless!" ”

Abby's face flashed with fear,

"Another moment, my body was fluttering, my hands and feet were moving around unobeyedly, as if I were stepping on cotton with my eyes closed, and I thought I had reached heaven."

"My poor boy, what a sin this is." Raj listened and hugged her daughter tightly.

A group of people frowned in unison.

A subtle sensation rose in Dian's head, and Abby's description of this state was too mysterious, not like a simple fever, but a bit like being hypnotized and sleepwalking.

"Ms. Raj, are you sure that Abby was at home from the afternoon to the evening of the crime and never left your sight?" Dean looked directly into the middle-aged woman's eyes, and the hesitation in the latter's eyes flickered.

"Of course, Batistuta can also testify!"

Dean shook his head, knowing that it was impossible to get a real answer from the mother's mouth.

"Abby, do you remember how this scar came from?"

"I remember very well," Abby affirmed, "that on the night of July 22nd, the night we celebrated Britney's birthday at Santa Monica Beach, someone in the crowd at the beach scratched me, but I couldn't see it clearly. ”

Dean constricts pupils –

Santa Monica again!

That three-bar Adidas came from the Santa Monica mall, and the scar also came from Santa Monica.

Two clues that make the investigation progress more advanced actually meet in Santa Monica!

There is no doubt that this location is extremely important in the case, and there are likely to be other core clues!

The system shook a bit.

The progress of the survey jumped from 30 percent to 40 percent.

"That's enough, Dean, LVPD is not a hospital, and you're not a regular doctor," Carl couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were full of unhappiness, "Don't care about the big farts anymore, waste everyone's time!" ”

District Attorney Hines also glanced at Dean in disappointment and put all the evidence into his briefcase,

"Young man, your question is not nutritious, and it has nothing to do with the case, so I can't accompany you."

"Ms. Abby Clark, it seems that you are unwilling to confess, so leave for the detention center immediately."

When Carl heard this, he called in two heavily armed police officers, and the two surrounded Abby, one on the left and one on the right.

"Can you not go?" Abby put her arms around her mother with her handcuffed hands and pleaded,

"I know your concern, you'll be in a separate room." The district attorney assured, "The other prisoners won't touch a finger of you." ”

Lawyer Lucville nodded at Abby, "Although Hines and I are opponents, he promises that it will be absolutely fine, you can stay in it for a few days, and I will find sufficient evidence to clear you in court." ”

Abby sighed, got up and followed the two officers outside, with Raj following closely behind her.

Dean followed, too,

Abby paused, turned around and raised her hand towards Dean, wanting to hug him, but her handcuffed hands couldn't make this movement, she put down her hand again, a few crystal tears came out of the corners of her eyes, and said gratefully,

"Dean, no matter whether I can get away with it this time, I am forever grateful to you, and I will remember your help for the rest of my life."

"Abby, I'll get you out, I already have eyebrows, you wait."

The group left the office one after another, went down the stairs, and walked silently to the outside of the police station, when suddenly there was a commotion in the hall on the first floor.

"He's been lying with you for five days, and I want him back!" An emaciated middle-aged woman frantically banged on the glass window of the police station reception and shouted hysterically, "Give him back!" Let me bury my son! ”

A silent middle-aged man stood behind her, his face full of vicissitudes and gray hair.

Is this the parents of the victim Bucky Fran trying to get back their child's mutilated body?

Di An'an's head jumped, and his heart was not good.

The police escorting Abby also quietly quickened his pace through the hall.

But as soon as the woman turned her head in a ghostly way, as fate would have it, she saw Abby walking briskly in handcuffs at a glance, and immediately rushed over like crazy, and everyone saw her neurotic and terrifying face!

Her round eyes were bloodshot, and her black messy hair, which had not been combed for a long time, was draped over her shoulders, and she grinned like a madman and showed her white gums, and asked loudly,

"Did you do it? You killed my Bucky, did you take him? Look at me, little bastard, look at me! ”

"No, ma'am, it's not me, I didn't hurt him!" Abby slowed down, turned her head to look at her, and explained aloud anxiously,

"It's you! You butcher, demon, mad beast, go to hell, I curse you not to die well, I curse you—" The woman roared and waved her thin arm like a chicken claw at Abby.

The police and Abby's mother rushed up to stop her.

No one expected that the silent middle-aged man behind her suddenly went berserk, and rushed over like a gust of wind and threw a punch at Abby.

Smack!

The fist is like hitting a cowhide, and it is firmly wrapped in the palm of the other hand.

Dean grabbed his fist with his left hand and pressed his shoulder with the other, staring into his eyes to soothe,

"Sir, I understand that you are sad to lose a loved one, but you got the wrong person, and she is also a victim!"

The officers behind Dean took advantage of the gap to escort Abby out of the hall and towards the police car.

"No, you don't understand anything, you demon accomplice, you cold-blooded lackey!" The man looked through the glass door at the murderous enemy who was quickly moving away, and emotionally swung his left fist, aiming it at Dean's chest as a straight punch.

Bang!

Dean didn't dodge or block, and his body didn't shake like a wall.

The man didn't expect to really hit the other party, he was startled, and then collapsed to the ground as if his spinal cord had been removed, his cheek against Dean's thigh, crying in grief, the cry echoing throughout the hall, "Sorry, it's not your fault, I shouldn't have hit you." But our Bucky is gone, my son is gone! He was only eight years old, and he died so miserably, so painfully! ”

"Woo..."

"I'm sorry for him, I didn't protect him, I don't deserve to be a father, I'm an incompetent waste!" The man cried and cried.

The woman on the other side looked at the police car in the distance and banged on the glass like crazy,

"Murderer! Give back my son's life, I want you to pay for it!" ”

"I want you to pay!"

"The price!"

……

Long.

Calm returned to the hall.

The troublesome couple helped each other away under the sympathetic gaze of everyone, and Dean looked at their backs and frowned.

"What's the matter, boy, regretting helping Abby? You're not on the side of the truth? ”

Holden's voice came from behind him.

"No, I just thought of some contradictory clues. Holden, how about pointing me through your experience? ”

"I'm just waiting for your words!"

(End of chapter)