Wine and Gun

Albarino silently recorded the Herstal Armalite on the notepad in his heart, which was the second item on the to-do list.

As for the Westland pianist - he had a plan in mind.

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Chapter 5 The Seal of Cain 04

"So, what's the relationship between your two employers?" Officer Hardy asked.

Herstal Amalet rested his hands on the table quietly with his fingers crossed, looking much calmer than most of the people sitting in this position.

But having said that, this episode is quite new to him himself - his most common job is actually to storm into such an interrogation room aggressively, instructing his client who is tortured on the table what to say or not What to say, it is rare to be looked at by others with scrutiny like now.

During his silence, Officer Hardy asked, "Can't we say that too?"

"...Not really, I was wondering what word would be more accurate to describe the relationship between the two of them." The lawyer pondered, "You have already asked a lot of potential witnesses, and you should have heard that the relationship between the Norman brothers is actually Not harmonious."

Officer Hardy nodded.

"His men won't go into details for you, but in fact, the main reason for these discords is—their two abilities are very different. Richard wants to be the leader of the family business because he feels He is the eldest brother, but in fact the younger brother is more capable..." Herstal said thoughtfully, "This is something neither of them are willing to admit: the younger brother thinks that the elder brother is not qualified, and the elder brother... Although He won't say it, but I think he's jealous of Thomas."

"You're really outspoken with your employer," Officer Hardy said cautiously.

"The two of them have a long history of grudges, and I want to be as honest as possible with you," Herstal said quietly, "and, while you appear to be interested in their brotherhood, you don't really think that Thomas was the murderer, right?—you suspect the murderer was the Westland pianist."

"I didn't say that." Officer Hardy raised his eyebrows slightly, after all, they haven't had a press conference yet.

"My client died in the wilderness and was put on a stick in a nasty way." Herstal reached out and tapped the sheets on the table next to Officer Hardy. In the photo of the corpse, even though it is a panoramic view, the corpse still looks very ferocious. "This is not something that Thomas knows about. Even if he really wants to kill his brother, he will choose the simple method of a headshot. But the piano Teachers can't handle this kind of thing."

The factual, indifferent tone of the other party made Officer Hardy a little annoyed; moreover, there was a well-disguised contempt in Herstal's voice—an expression Hardy was familiar with, the kind of "because you didn't get it right because you didn't do it well." Murderer, so it's all your fault that someone else died."

His voice was colder and harsher when he spoke again, gangster lawyers are bastards, Hardy couldn't help but think. He frowned and said, "Mr. Armalette, you also know how the pianist chooses his victims. Are you trying to imply your client's guilt?"

"In the case that the court does not find him guilty, he is an innocent person, and the pianist's personal opinion is nothing." Herstal's mouth pulled a slight smile, "As for Richard, what did he do? , if you can come to my office with a search warrant, I'll tell you everything."

Of course, he knew that Officer Hardy couldn't—every indication now was that the murderer was a pianist. If it could not be proved that the pianist had a direct connection with the Norman Brothers' property, Hardy would never be able to convince a judge to issue a search warrant in his life.

Hardy looked annoyed at the messy notes in his hand, but so far there was nothing new: Richard Norman had a lot of enemies, and he liked to be alone, and he had a conversation with Herstal the day before his death. After a short meeting, I went to a tryst with one of my lovers, and since then disappeared from everyone's sight - it was only after six o'clock in the evening, if he was killed at ten o'clock, no one would know that he was in the next three hours. there.

Once again, perhaps, Officer Hardy has to admit that their trail has been interrupted—a scene that feels exasperatingly familiar, as if facing Westland's pianist and Sunday gardener for the umpteenth time. Herstal apparently decided to add fuel to the fire at this point, and the man nodded briefly and said, "So, Officer Hardy, if none of us are formally arrested, I'm going to have to go - something like this happened, The various pacts I have with the Norman Brothers may have to undergo some . . . changes."

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