The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 4 Never seen such an arrogant person

The case is simple.

A rich alcoholic father, Ball Sr., is now quitting alcohol. Seeing that his son, Ball Jr., is still drinking heavily, he is very dissatisfied and threatens to kick his son out of his will. There is a quarrel, and then his father falls from a tall building and dies.

Prosecutors accused the son of patricide.

Lawyer pleaded not guilty.

Chuck quietly observed everything in the courtroom.

During the adjournment.

"How about it?"

Diane asked.

"The four jurors showed mild disgust toward him."

Chuck said succinctly.

"Is it because of the crime scene photos?"

the lawyer asked.

"No, it's because of the picture of Mr. Ball in World War II costume with a beer in his hand."

Chuck shook his head.

"Well, they thought Mr. Bauer was a World War II madman."

Diane had a headache.

"We can still investigate a burglary as long as we find another suspect."

The female lawyer reminded.

"Ok."

Diane nodded and looked at the female investigator: "Kailinda, go investigate the robbery."

Kai Linda agreed to go.

"It's lunch time, I need to observe the jury members eating."

Chuck nodded and left after saying something.

Court restaurant.

Chuck found an empty corner to sit down and began to take out the lunch box and set it up.

"Can I sit here?"

A childish voice of anticipation sounded.

Chuck looked up, and saw little Leonard looking at him eagerly with a dinner plate.

Not far away, Diane was sitting with his nephew Mike and the female lawyer. Little Mike was talking to his aunt and the others about his understanding and longing for lawyers, which attracted their attention, so much so that even little Lena I forgot whether De was there or not.

Chuck nodded and said solemnly, "As long as you don't eat dairy products."

“No dairy of any kind!”

Little Leonard quickly moved the dinner plate to the front, indicating that he didn't order any dairy products, then grinned and looked at a few seats, and sat on the opposite side farthest from Chuck with interest.

The two enjoyed their lunch quietly.

"I heard from Aunt Diane that you are a detective, so you can see right away that I am lactose intolerant?"

After a while, Little Leonard couldn't bear it any longer, and asked the doubts in his heart: "This is so cool!"

"At your age and height, you should drink more milk, but there is no dairy product on your plate. I don't want to smell it."

Chuck wanted to laugh, but he couldn't control his body, so he remained expressionless.

Lactose intolerance, indigestion of lactose, easy to produce gas, commonly known as fart.

Little Leonard was suddenly embarrassed, took out an asthma spray and sucked a few mouthfuls into his mouth, but he was not angry at all.

no way.

got used to it.

If this pissed him off, he'd be the Hulk a long time ago.

So he calmed down quickly, grinned and said, "You are amazing!"

Chuck didn't speak, and continued to eat, looking up from time to time to observe the jury dining together in the distance.

"How can I become as powerful as you?"

Little Leonard asked the most curious question in his heart.

"Exercise more, rest more, eat more vegetables."

Chuck shot him a look.

"..."

Little Leonard smiled wryly.

Although he is still young, he has a super high IQ, and he has been "trained" since he was a child, so he is too precocious. Naturally, he knows that this is a common term used by adults to coax children to obey.

Useful of course useful.

He can do it by resting more and eating more vegetables, but how can he exercise more as an asthmatic?

Besides, what does exercising have to do with being a good detective?
He's not going to the Olympics!
The phone rang.

Chuck put down the spoon, wiped his hands and mouth, and then took out his mobile phone to connect. After listening for a while, he glanced at Little Leonard, and said to the other end of the phone, "You send it here."

"Another case?"

Leonard Jr. was curious.

"No, do me a favor."

Chuck shook his head, took out the laptop from his bag, put it on the table, and started working.

Texas.

Galveston County.

more than three hours ago.

IRS branch.

A tall, fat man walked in with a little boy in a small suit and tie.

"I'm George Cooper and this is my son Sheldon."

"I know, we talked on the phone."

The bald clerk glanced at the father and son with a half-smile.

"Your voice is exactly the same as on the phone, not everyone does."

Little Sheldon said seriously.

"let us start."

George interrupted immediately.

This IRS audit that shouldn't have happened was provoked by my son who didn't know what to say. As an ordinary American with common sense, he knew that no one could offend the IRS.

Let my son continue talking, God knows what will happen, anyway, it can't be a good thing!

"can."

The bald clerk sat down and began to audit the expenses of the Cooper family for the past three years, and asked Sheldon, who was an accountant for his family, to give an explanation of the income and expenditure.

George was apprehensive, but Little Sheldon was full of confidence and fighting spirit, because he was confident that his accounts were perfect and there would be no mistakes.

"Let's start with the business deduction on Schedule A of the 1989 tax return."

The bald clerk started.

"Okay, the data is here, divided into dates, marked with key points, and made a list."

Little Sheldon is confident and calm.

"Explain the necessity of this expenditure."

The bald clerk continued.

"Our total adjusted earnings are less than 5."

Facing audit questions, Little Sheldon gave reasonable explanations one by one.

The question and answer went on for a full three hours, and the bald clerk couldn't help him, so he couldn't help admiring: "It seems that you are really proficient in tax laws, which is really good. You are so young to help your parents take care of their income for free."

"Oh, I'm not free, my dad will buy me model trains afterwards."

Little Sheldon corrected immediately.

"interesting."

The bald clerk laughed immediately. "So you're not a licensed tax professional, and that's a violation of federal law."

Little Sheldon was stunned, and then he couldn't control his bladder: "Sorry, I have to go to the toilet."

George waited for a long time, but he didn't see his son coming back, so he hurried out to look for him, only to find his son sitting on the ground crying.

Little Sheldon cried and said that because of this mistake, the family would lose a lot of money to pay taxes, and their family was very poor and did not have this money.

More importantly, how could such a law-abiding person violate the federal law!

George had no choice but to consolation. The father and son returned to the meeting room. Just as they were about to admit defeat and take the punishment, Little Sheldon suddenly realized that his father was a school coach as well as a teacher. Rewards after education.

The bald clerk saw the eyes of the people standing outside the door, then looked at George who smiled and begged to look at him, nodded and said, "Okay, your taxes are fine, your son is really smart."

"Thank you."

Little Sheldon raised his chin: "I hope you will come to audit our house next year, so that I can win you again."

"Don't say stupid things!"

George's complexion changed drastically, he got up and pulled Little Sheldon to get out of the way.

At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Another bald man walked in.

"Chief!"

The bald clerk rose to say hello.

"You come with me."

The bald chief said something to Little Sheldon and his son, turned around and left.

"It seems that we don't have to wait until next year."

The bald clerk looked at them with a half-smile: "Go."

George's face was ashen.

Little Sheldon didn't understand the situation at all, and still smiled confidently: "It's great to win two games in one day."

Chief's Office.

"sit."

After the bald chief signaled them to sit down, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Audit a tax return for me!"

　Ps: The update time is still at 12 noon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)