The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 84 Special care in prison

After working for several days in a row, Hawke gave Edward a vacation and he could sleep in.

But as soon as the sun rose, the sound of a smashing door came from downstairs.

Hawke put on shorts, put on a T-shirt, and looked down from the second floor window.

The old man Frank was like a beggar who came to beg for the door, holding the ashtray with change and patting the door hard.

Hawke shouted down, "Wait a few minutes."

Frank raised his **** to the second floor.

Hawke quickly washed up, went down to the second floor to open the door, took out 10 cents from his pocket, threw them into the ashtray, and said, "I've given the money."

Frank pretended not to hear it, squeezed into the door, put down the ashtray and went to the refrigerator, took out a can of beer and opened it, took a big sip, and burped it in a breath of pleasure.

Hawke asked, "I came here to smash the door in the morning. Is there anything wrong?"

"I haven't seen you for several days. I don't run in the morning and don't turn on the lights at night." Frank rummaged through the refrigerator, found the sausage that Hawke just bought yesterday, sat on the sofa and used his mouth to tear the packaging, and said, " I think you may have been killed by someone. Come and see if you are dead, so that you can call you a funeral car."

Hawke went over and snatched the sausage: "I thank you." He deliberately pressed the shelf a few times: "I'm going to power the sofa."

Frank didn't want his **** to bloom, so he jumped up and angrily shouted: "I'm kind, don't be unwilling to accept it, kid."

"I appreciate it, I thank you for not having time." Hawke threw the sausage to him again and said, "I have been busy with a business recently and have been in Orange County for a while."

Frank took a bite of the sausage: "Why are your sausages so delicious."

"Because it's free," Hawke said.

"It makes sense." Frank found a pocket, opened the refrigerator, put beer, sausage and other food into the pocket, and said, "Don't turn on the electricity, don't eat yours for free."

He speeded up his speech: "A few days ago, the four **** who attacked your studio walked through the trial, and sentenced them to three to five years, including burglary, damage to property and illegal possession of guns."

Hawke was a little surprised: "The program goes so fast?"

Frank started to stinking again: "Boy, don't you think who has been staring at me?"

Hawke heard someone mention the fastest criminal case in California, and the process was completed in just over a week.

Frank added: "Their confiscated property is being auctioned, and it may take a little longer, and you should be able to get about $35,000 in compensation."

When others help, Hawke is very particular: "When the money arrives, I will buy a new RV and give it to you."

Frank is not polite: "Please deduct taxes in your studio, I can't have property in my name."

Hawke's cell phone rang and took it out to answer.

Caroline called: "Didn't you say you'll get a commission today?"

"I remember." Hawke looked at the time: "At ten o'clock, see you at Century City Bank of America."

His freshly filled refrigerator was robbed by Frank and happened to go out to buy something.

"I'll leave first." Frank came to the door with a full bag, suddenly stopped and turned back, took the ashtray and went out.

He arrived at the door and asked, "Have you seen that LAPD girl recently?"

Hawke called: "Erika went to New York, and she seemed to be attending some event."

Frank is gone.

Hawke changed his clothes and drove to Century City.

Before ten o'clock, he met Caroline at the door of Bank of America.

Miss Mee was wearing a white Chanel short skirt, carrying a Hermes, and red high heels, walking as if she was in the wind.

She came to Hawk, took off her sunglasses, and reminded: "Sixty thousand dollars."

Hawke greeted her into the bank, found the business manager she connected, entered the VIP room, and completed the transfer procedures.

Come out of the bank, Caroline said, “Please have a cup of coffee.”

Hawke said, "Yes."

The two entered a nearby cafe and ordered a cup of coffee.

Caroline pinched the spoon and slowly stirred the coffee, saying, "I left in a hurry last night. Steve is inconvenient now. I called this morning and asked me to thank you on his behalf."

Hawke seemed very ethical: "It should be done with money."

Caroline was quite regretful: "I don't know when the next time I can have such an opportunity to make money."

Hawke reminded: "It depends on whether you can find an opportunity."

Caroline was worried: "When you can't make money, you will be worried, and when you can make money, you will be worried."

"You have a problem with your head." Hawke took a sip of coffee and said, "When people are hungry, they will have countless worries when they are full, they are all full."

Caroline was angry: "The country bumpkin, I don't know the advanced pursuit at all." She took out the money and put it on the table: "I pay, bye."

Hawke drank coffee slowly.

Caroline went out and got into her red Mercedes-Benz and drove to Rodio Avenue, where she parked in front of Hermes store.

She raised her head, entered the store, and said to the cabinet sister, "Where is the new season limited edition bag?"

The cabinet sister smiled and said, "Miss Jones, your distribution limit is not enough."

Caroline smiled confidently: "I'm here to buy goods today."

The cabinet sister was even more enthusiastic: "Please go here."

The $60,000 I just earned gave Caroline enough confidence.

Nearly an hour later, the cabinet sister carried four handbags and sent Caroline to the side of the car.

Caroline put away the goods and went to Chanel and Cartier in front to buy goods.

A refined life requires money to maintain.

On the other hand, Hawke left the cafe and called Johnson: "Do you have time? Go to the Atel Hill shooting range to play guns together."

Johnson said: "I have time tomorrow, otherwise tomorrow."

"Okay, tomorrow." Hawke called Edward again.

The latter said, "Boss, wait a little bit for the gun certificate class first, I have important matters here." Hawke did not force himself, "You can do yours first."

...

Brentwood School, a private elementary school.

Edward drove a second-hand business car and followed a Bentley to the school gate.

Deborah parked the car, opened the back door, helped her son carry his schoolbag, and told her, "Go quickly, I will pick you up after school in the afternoon."

The little boy was speechless and walked into the school gate alone.

Deborah got in the car and left.

Not long after, the little boy with his schoolbag quietly came out of the school and walked alone along the sidewalk towards the distance.

Edward followed him not far or near.

The little boy came to the entrance of Brentwood Park, turned in, walked along the gravel path, to the artificial lake, picked up the stones on the ground, and threw them into the water with force.

He was obviously unhappy, threw the stone for a while, took off his shoes, sat on the granite by the lake, and kicked the water with his feet.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Edward found that the opportunity had come, walked over quickly and grabbed the little boy: "Hey, hey, don't play with water here, it's dangerous."

The little boy struggled: "Don't worry!"

When Edward saw the schoolbag that he put aside, he said, "Where are your parents? Or did you come here alone? Have you skipped school?"

The little boy shouted, "It has nothing to do with you."

"Tell me your parent's phone number." Edward looked serious: "You are not a student at Brentwood School, are you? If you don't say it, I can only call the police or notify you of the school."

He picked up a flat stone and threw it into the water. The stone jumped seven or eight times in a row on the water.

The little boy's eyes lit up: "Wow, you're so awesome."

Edward said, "Do you want to learn?"

The little boy took the lead.

Edward took the opportunity to say, "Tell me your name and your parents' contact information."

"My name is Indio Downey, do you promise to teach me?"

"I promise."

Edward got a phone number and called through: "Hello, ma'am, I saw your son Indio by the artificial lake in Brentwood Park."

After more than ten minutes, Deborah hurried to the park lake and found her son playing with a black little handsome guy.

These two people talk and laugh, and get along very well.

Deborah paused for a moment. Since Donny's death, her son hadn't been so happy for a long time.

Edward saw Deborah, patted Indeo on the shoulder, and pointed to the other side.

The smile on Indeo's face disappeared instantly, he picked up his schoolbag and walked towards him.

Edward waved at him and turned around and prepared to leave.

"Sir." Deborah stopped him, "Thank you for your call."

Edward smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll go from here and just happened to meet Indio."

But the little boy pulled the corner of Ladeborah's clothes and said, "Mom, can I play here for a while?" He looked at Edward with a gaze: "You promise to teach me, I haven't learned it yet."

It's been a long time since Deborah saw her son so happy. She nodded slightly and looked at Edward: "Sir, can you delay you a little for a while?"

Edward said, "I will definitely do what I promised."

Indio pulled him to the lake to fetch water.

Deborah stood by and accompanied her.

Edward used Indeo as a medium and soon became familiar with Deborah. Before leaving, the two exchanged contact information.

Indeo has had an appointment with Edward and is here again on the weekend.

Deborah agreed for her son’s sake.

Edward took the first step to success.

...

Santa Clara County, San Jose Prison.

Henry, with his arms full of tattoos, came out to visit the prison and boarded the Cherokee who was parked on the side of the road.

The driving younger brother Pedro asked, "How are Luis and Puyol and others living inside?"

Henry fastened his seat belt: "They're all special care."

Pedro's understanding was wrong: "Is it okay?"

"The news I got is right. The West Coast Studio has a very different relationship with LAPD." Henry sighed: "Louis and the others, everyone in the same cell are black people. Those old blacks are in a mood, regardless of it."

He pounded the car door hard: "Every night, two old blacks are trying to mess with them!"

Pedro opened his eyes wide in shock: "God Jesus!"

Henry said, "Let's go, go back to Los Angeles." He thought for a while and ordered, "Louis and the others fought against all the charges, and did not involve the gang. Go back and get some of the money and send it to their house."

Pedro started the car and asked, "They were treated like this, won't we help them get justice?"

"Retrieve justice?" Although Henry is not the boss of the Dwarf Gang, he is also a senior member. Of course, he is not a fool to be able to get to this point: "If you really want to talk about this, it depends on West Coast Studio and Fox TV Channel 11. The former colluded with LAPD, which directly led to Louis and the others filling up beer and milk every day, while the latter... that was Fox, and we could be wiped out with a breath!"

Pedro, a low-level guy, does not have Henry's vision and insight, and is very loyal.

He dared not kill someone or commit sabotage, and Louis and others were the best lesson.

He didn't want to go in and have physical communication with the old men.

But he is good at disgusting people.

(End of this chapter)