The daily life of American drama detective

"do not want!"

Of course Caroline was unwilling, she refused without hesitation, her decisive and unquestionable aura was even stronger than that of Detective Max, which made Detective Max stagnate.

"It's all here, and we have to go through the whole process."

MAX said with a smile: "Maybe we will go with you, and there will be benefits. At least Karl will be more willing to tell the truth~"

"Send you back first."

When Detective Max looked over, Chuck said blankly.

"Ok."

Caroline glanced at Chuck, and first agreed with a murmur. Detective Max was dumbfounded, as if the unquestionable momentum just now was an illusion.

"It's really worthless, and you didn't take his money!"

MAX mocked Caroline viciously, then smiled and said to Chuck: "It's fine to go back, but you have to tell me the whole process in detail later..."

Speaking of this, under Chuck's gaze, she remembered that her boss had always been concise and concise, so she could only shrug her shoulders and say, "Okay, no need to go into details."

"This is your future?"

Caroline immediately turned back with contempt.

"I took the money!"

MAX held his head up high, and found a natural reason for his obedience.

A pair of bankrupt sisters were sent away by Chuck with a word.

Detective Max and Chuck went to investigate the Carl family.

First came to the restaurant where Karl's mother worked.

"We're all in shock, Tim's murder is such a shock, maybe we should buy a house in the suburbs and raise our kids."

Carl's mother said as she walked, "It's not very nice there, though."

"too expensive!"

Chuck straightforwardly stated the biggest disadvantage of buying a house in the suburbs.

"..."

Mama Carl froze.

What are you talking about?

Who doesn't want to buy a big house in the suburbs, next to the rich, at least the middle class of the same class, the neighbors are harmonious, the security is reliable, and they don't have to endure the phenomenon of gun violence and calf-ridden hollow trees in the city.

But to buy such a suburban house, not only the housing price must be considered, but also the travel time to work, the comprehensive cost of keeping a car and so on.

The bottom-level workers do not have that condition at all.

And she is still working as a waiter at such an old age. Obviously, she is different from the big bang Petunia who is young and has a dream and may get rich in many ways. Such a waiter not only has no prospects for advancement, but even has You may encounter a mid-life career crisis and may be fired at any time.

Obviously, she is the kind of worker at the bottom.

As for the big house in the suburbs, I can only think about it, unless she can endure the hard work and work as a dishwasher in the back kitchen, then maybe there is hope that she can afford a big house after working for a few years... Of course it is also the American dream inside.

"What are you doing here looking for me?"

"Tim's sister told us that you and your eldest son made abusive and threatening phone calls to their home."

Detective Max looked at her sharply.

"...I love my son."

A look of panic flashed across Carl's mother's eyes, and she quickly found words to cover it up: "Maybe sometimes I overdo it."

"To what extent?"

Detective Max asked.

"This is ridiculous!"

Carl's mother looked at the sharp-eyed Detective Max and the expressionless Chuck next to him, and she was shocked and angry: "Tim is a cute kid, but the competition among the kids is too motivating, it's not healthy!"

"Carl's IQ is not as good as Tim's, his hard work is not as good as Tim's, and in the end he is not as good as Tim's in various achievements, so it is not healthy."

Chuck straightforwardly pointed out the health in Carl's mother's eyes: "If it's the other way around, it's healthy and fair."

"..."

Carl's mother choked, afraid to look at Chuck, but looked at Detective Max, and asked the classic saying: "Do you have children?"

Detective Max nodded.

"Then you should know how difficult it is to be a parent!"

Carl's mom only speaks to Detective Max, trying to be emotional.

"Yes."

Detective Max nodded first, and then shook his head: "But I will not make continuous insulting and threatening phone calls to other children's homes just because my own child lost to other children in a fair game, and I will not brutally shoot. Someone else's child!"

"This is simply unacceptable!"

Carl's mother glared at Detective Max: "You suspect it's me..."

"do not get excited."

Detective Max laughed: "You just need to answer simple yes and no."

With that said, he looked at Chuck.

Chuck looked at Carl's mother and asked blankly, "Did you shoot Tim Chang?"

"..."

Carl's mother has long recognized the famous Detective Chuck, and naturally knows some of the magical abilities of Detective Chuck, so she dared not look at him, but dared to raise her head and glared at Detective Max.

"No!"

"Did you direct someone to shoot Tim Chang?"

Chuck continued to look at her.

"What are you doing?"

Carl's mother shuddered, terrified and furious.

"Mrs. Bowland, please answer the question."

Detective Max reminded seriously: "You don't want to be regarded as a murder suspect, do you? Don't you dare to answer such a simple yes or no answer?"

"No!"

Carl's mother lowered her head, trying to answer calmly.

"It's a lie!"

Chuck pronounced the sentence expressionlessly: "Who did you order to shoot Tim Chang, your eldest son? Or your husband?"

"You guys are going too far, I need a lawyer!"

Called Carl's mother.

"Yes, Mrs. Boland, you can definitely hire a lawyer, but you still have to answer our question. Where were you at 03:30 yesterday afternoon?"

Detective Max asked with a cold face.

Chuck didn't need to say anything, as he was experienced, he already knew from the behavior of Carl's mother who was so flustered that the murderers were really the Carl family.

This is disgusting!

"Until the lawyer arrives, I won't say anything more."

Carl's mother dare not continue to answer questions.

"Someone take her back to the police station!"

Chuck reminded: "We continue to find the real shooter!"

"it is good!"

Detective Max nodded in agreement, called the street patrol, and sent Carl's mother, who was already unable to walk, to the police station.

The fish market where Carl's dad and brother work.

"Every Tuesday and Thursday, I will pick her up. My dad doesn't like her taking the subway, and you should know the reason."

Carl's older brother Randy answers questions as he works: "My mom doesn't kill people!"

"we know!"

Detective Max looked directly at him: "She is just the instigator, the shooter is someone else."

"You are slandering, we can sue you!"

Carl's older brother Randy fumbled his hands and got back to work.

"The premise is a lie."

Chuck said blankly: "I never lie! I said she was the messenger, and she was the messenger."

"Where were you at 03:30 yesterday afternoon?"

Detective Max looked at Carl's brother Randy blankly.

He now feels that he understands why Chuck is always expressionless. Anyone who can see through other people's dark hearts will be so expressionless if they read too much.

"I picked her up and I went to the basketball court on 23rd Street to play some basketball! Four o'clock in the afternoon as usual."

Carl's brother Randy put the frozen fish in his hand on the ground, looked up at Detective Max and Chuck: "Is it alright?"

"okay!"

Chuck nodded: "Catch him directly!"

"it is good!"

Detective Max took a look at Chuck. After making sure that Chuck was not joking, he chose to believe Chuck. Under the bewildered gaze of Carl's brother Randy, the gunman, he took out the handcuffs and tortured him while giving a Miranda warning. up.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

At this time, an old white man rushed out and shouted at the two, "Why are you arresting my son?"

"Because he was the shooter who murdered Tim, and his mother, your wife, is the mastermind who ordered the shooting."

Chuck looked at him blankly: "So you know?"

"This is bullshit!"

Carl's father yelled: "Everyone knows that Tim was killed by gang members because he joined a gang!"

"Take him away!"

Chuck gestured to Detective Max: "He is also one of the accomplices!"

Detective Max wasn't surprised either.

It is really hard to believe that the husband did not know anything about the wife and son doing such a thing.

It's just that he really didn't expect that the husband was really involved.

He thought it was just his wife who committed a crime, and then ordered his obedient son to be a gunman. Afterwards, the husband found out, and now it seems that everyone is a villain.

He didn't doubt the judgment of Detective Chuck.

Carl's family is neither a rich liar nor a serial killer. It's just a low-level white family, the result of an impulsive brain.

Such a family, even he can see that they have problems, let alone Detective Chuck.

The result is 100% sure.

That's why he was willing to listen to Chuck and directly arrested him.

Detective Max took Carl's brother Randy and his father to the police station first, while Chuck continued to investigate the evidence.

Police station.

"Found it, Papa Carl has the same gun as the shooter."

After his partner returned, Detective Mike Logan cooperated with all his strength to dig deep into the Carl family, holding a report in front of his partner: "Now you can apply for a search warrant."

"I'll let the captain go!"

Detective Max took the report, gave his partner a thumbs up, and went to the captain with the report.

The captain looked at it and thought it was all right, so he went to the judge to apply for a search warrant.

"Are they still unwilling to speak?"

Detective Mike Logan looks into the interrogation room.

"They all asked to see a lawyer."

Detective Max shrugged and said, "I have made up my mind not to say anything until the lawyer arrives. What can I do?"

"When his house is searched and the gun is found, they have nothing to say!"

Detective Mike Logan sneered.

Detective Max nodded.

He also felt that the case was already very simple.

Because the Karl family is not a rich family after all, they can only shoot and kill others by themselves. With their own guns, there must be no need for a hidden house to hide the murder weapon. Being so poor, they still learn the tricks of shooting and killing opponents. Courting death!

As long as the search warrant comes, ironclad evidence can be found in no time.

And because the time is short, maybe you can find the clothes that Carl's brother Randy didn't have time to deal with the residual gunpowder after he shot.

In short, the faster the murderer is identified, the more evidence can be found.

But soon the captain came back with an ugly face, and brought back a result that they couldn't believe.

"What do you mean he said no?"

Detective Mike Logan asked subconsciously.

"You want me to say it again in Portuguese?"

The bald captain complained: "The judge said, you can't get a search warrant!"

"why?"

Detective Mike Logan was still puzzled.

"Because one of his employees who knows a lot about guns told him that the gun held by Carl's father is very common, so Mr. Bollard's possession of such a gun cannot be a reasonable reason for you to search their home!"

The bald captain explained the reason for the judge's refusal.

"Bastard! Shit!"

Detective Mike Logan scolded directly: "When did you apply for a search warrant so strictly?"

This time, even the seasoned Detective Max frowned and shook his head: "Judge Franstein has approved more loose search warrant applications before."

If it weren't for this common sense, they wouldn't have let Captain Bald apply for a search warrant.

In the past, it was very easy to get a search warrant, but this time I didn't get it, except that Judge Franstein was an old white man who had a tendency towards the murderer's family who was also a white family, so how could he refuse.

It's just that this serious accusation of racial discrimination is still directed at a judge. They dare not even complain in private, otherwise, once it is heard by the judge, the consequences will be disastrous.

American judges have a lot of discretionary power, not to mention that judges are still a group profession, and there are common interests that cannot be offended. If you provoke one, you may offend a group of people.

"What do you see me doing?"

The bald captain spread his hands: "Do you suspect that I am racially discriminatory, or do you suspect that Judge Franstein shot and killed a Chinese teenager in a white family because of racial discrimination, so he favored the white murderer's family?"

Seeing that Detective Mike Logan and Detective Max were silent, the bald captain took a deep look at them, nodded and said: "Very well, it seems that no one dares to doubt this! The result is such a result, instead of questioning , it is better to produce more evidence to get Judge Fleinstein to sign the search warrant."

"Maybe we should try to find a Chinese judge?"

Detective Mike Logan grumbled under his breath.

"That's even more difficult."

Detective Max shook his head.

Detective Mike Logan was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood why his partner said that.

Converts are still fanatical, let alone judges who pay attention to fairness and justice.

If you really find a Chinese-American judge, there is a high probability that the other party will not only not favor Tim, the Chinese-American genius boy who was shot dead, but will deliberately target the plaintiff to show his "absolute justice".

"Now we can only hope that Detective Chuck is really as sharp as the legend says, and can find ironclad evidence that the alibi of Mrs. Balland and her son Randy is false."

The bald captain said unhappily: "Otherwise, we can only let them go, and Max, you just listen to the words of the detective Chuck and arrest them. It is too impulsive. You can ask them to help you come back to investigate. There is no need to use it." It’s hard, and the current situation is very passive.”

Detective Max: "..."

How could he have imagined that such a simple and clear case would have such an operation that a judge rejected the application for a search warrant.