Chicago 1990

"You are wrong! Mimi!"

Song Ya watched the guests and waiters nearby in horror, and quickly hugged his wife to stop her from rushing into the villa, "She is not the woman that day, this is the wife of my Chicago politician friend, Peter, Peter Flock, you I have seen it!"

"APLUS? Are you okay?"

Mariah Carey looked at Alicia suspiciously, and Alicia who approached to say hello also looked up at the two in embarrassment. She must have heard the crisp applause just now.

"It's all right, come up, Mrs. Flock."

"It seems to be wrong, the age is not right..." Mariah Carey sucked her nose and held back her tears, looking up and down carefully at Alicia who was climbing up the stairs.

"Wh... what age..."

The smile on Alicia's face disappeared suddenly, and she touched her face subconsciously.

"Nothing, my wife misunderstood the person."

Song Ya hurriedly pinched his wife's back waist, huh?It seems more fleshy and softer?

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Mariah Carey temporarily admitted her mistake, "Hello, Mrs. Flock, we were just talking about another person."

"Just call me Alicia." Alicia forced a smile again.

"Is it her?" Brenda didn't know when he smelled and appeared behind them. "Mimi, leave it to me!" She rolled up her sleeves viciously at Alicia.

"Fxxk! You two give me almost a little bit!" Song Ya was really messed up, and he was still paying, "Isn't it enough to mess up?!"

"But it's really like..." Mariah Carey was still suspicious, she looked at Alicia and muttered to herself.

"Don't you watch NBC?"

In front of him is probably the wife of the future governor. Song Ya feels that this matter must be explained quickly, "That woman was Nurse Xiacarlo that day!"

"Oh, the actor in the emergency room story..." Brenda sneered, "I remember that bitch."

"What do you remember!? Leave this for me immediately!" Song Ya yelled at her in a low voice.

"Why are you starting to be righteous again!?" Mariah Carey supported her girlfriend, "It's really alike, I just admit the wrong person..."

"Okay, okay, didn't we say that we will never mention that matter again?"

Song Ya shoved the two away, "Alicia has a very important thing to ask me."

"It's up to me to mention it or not! It's really similar, right?"

"Charlotte, with her? Indeed..."

The two women looked back at Alicia as they walked.

"Uh, hehe, I'm sorry, Alicia, they had a little misunderstanding just now." Song Ya sighed and explained to Alicia.

"Many people have said that I look a lot like that young actor, but I usually treat it as a compliment..."

A human-like lawyer like Alicia seems to have guessed the reason why Mariah Carey is angry. Her facial expressions are getting more and more subtle, a little embarrassed, a little bit of a sudden realization, and a little smug?The eyes she looked at Song Ya also began to playfully, "Is there anything between you and that new TV star?"

"Uh, once, once after drinking... By the way, didn't Eli say you and Peter can't come today?"

Halfway through the explanation, Song Ya felt that the more he explained, the more embarrassing he became, and he simply changed the subject roughly.

"Oh, speaking of business, Peter really can't come, but I wanted to represent Sean, who was transferred to New York, but was rejected by the FBI for interest-related reasons. After Vic's accident made them faceless, they are still doing everything It may delay the lawyer's intervention."

Alicia said: "Two pieces of information are revealed here. The FBI's investigation has involved Peter. It is very likely that they have chosen Sean as the tainted witness, or at least the main target of the interrogation."

"Let's go in and chat, it's not very convenient here." Song Ya looked around and proposed.

"Ok."

She followed Song Ya with her work horseshoe bag, "Sorry, I was in a hurry today,

"nothing much?"

"Come here in suitable clothes." She replied.

"Oh." Song Ya almost crooked, and looked back. It turned out that she was not wearing evening clothes but still wearing a lawyer's standard professional skirt. Of course, she has a sense of design and should be expensive. , "It doesn't matter, business matters."

It was indeed a clothes rack, about the same height as Juliana Marguerite, he thought to himself.

Entering the villa, Mariah Carey and Brenda are leaning on the stairs on the second floor and muttering, "It seems that Taraji is not here today? The female assistant before APLUS is much more likable than Linda..." Mariah Care Li is asking Brenda.

Song Ya almost tripped over the stairs.

"Peter has already told me about your deal."

Alicia walked into the study and put down her bag, "Don't worry, I will represent your business, and you and I are also protected by the immunity of the lawyer's client."

"Really? How much did Peter tell you?" Song Ya confessed to Old Mike guarding the door and closing it.

"Uh, I know everything anyway."

Alicia immediately looked at the house very vigilantly, "Today we are not talking about specific cases. I just learned that the FBI has applied to the Department of Justice to initiate an anti-corruption investigation against law enforcement agencies in Chicago and Cook County. Peter believes This is an act of retaliation by the FBI for publicly supporting Vic and others, so it intends to resolutely urge the Ministry of Justice to abandon this action."

This woman became quite clever after knowing the seriousness of the matter, hehe, Song Ya secretly complained, "Peter wants to start sniping from that level? Is his power enough?"

"Yes, no one wants to see that kind of survey in Chicago politics, so I think Peter's resistance should be useful." She replied.

Song Ya pondered for a while, "Well, you should also let a trusted lawyer represent Xiao En as soon as possible. Do you need me to use some upper-level relationships?"

"No, Peter specifically confessed that you don't involve too many politicians, and we will find a way on Sean's side." Alicia said goodbye and left. She was going back to Chicago overnight.

In Washington, Podesta, assistant to the commander-in-chief and deputy director of the White House Office, hurriedly left the FBI Director’s office. Fries sent him out and immediately called the staff over. "Little Daley came up and used his trump card. The old relationship is also the chief's most trusted staff, and the bridge between the Chicago Donkey Party and the chief..."

"For what? The Baishui case?" Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the staff guessed the trouble.

"No, it's just the murder of the detective involving Peter Flock and APLUS."

Fries shook his head: "Podesta just hinted that I would suspend my submission to the Department of Justice for a special investigation application against Chicago law enforcement agencies."

"Then we..."

"I'm asking for your opinion." Fries couldn't make up his mind.

"We just greeted the investigation application to be approved by the Ministry of Justice as soon as possible. Among them, there are people from the Elephant Party. If we suddenly suspend ourselves, then..."

The staff hesitated: "It's just a small case. Will the Donkey Party be so serious?"

"At least Little Daly is more real. Both the chief and deputy leaders came from the Donkey Party in the South. When next year is the general election year, they will have a bad relationship with the Donkey Party in the Midwest..."

"It's not that serious, right?" the staff asked again.

"From this point of view, Peter Flock should be the candidate for governor of Illinois that they have already decided..." Fries replied.

"That... is indeed a bit serious, but the governor of Illinois itself is a high-risk position, and there are many precedents for dismissal due to corruption." The aides said: "Moreover, if we dig deep into this matter, it will itself affect the choice of Daly. "

"That's because the Chicago power is too strong in Illinois. Successive governors often seize power with the Daly family and Chicago politics. Peter Flock probably wouldn't... he went to jail for corruption cases. That means he may have something to do with Xiao Dai. Li et al.'s "loyalty" performance in the hands of others, or in prison, won the collective recognition of Daly and the others..."

Fries paced slowly in the office, "Can you give me an opinion?"

"Although because of the Whitewater case, the leader and his wife need our support very much now, but since Podesta came to ask in person, I think at least we should delay the special investigation application process for a period of time, and wait for the right time to decide whether Implementation. Specific to the murder of the detective...If Podesta didn't mention it, let Karl Lightman and his investigative work continue."

The staff gave an idea.

"Yes, let's do it like this. You can urge our PhD in psychology. He is very powerful, but the speed is too slow. If this continues, it will cause us unpredictable trouble." Fries nodded.

"I know."

In Chicago, Jill Grayson, who came back here again, led his crime scene investigation team to search carefully, not letting go of every place.

"Here……"

Gil Grayson, wearing rubber gloves, felt the dust on the floor next to the wall, "Move that chair." He asked the team members to move the chair, and kept adjusting the position. The four corners were quickly aligned with the dust. Shallow place.

They looked up and looked at the ceiling. There was a small vent just above their heads. One of the team members got on the chair, unscrewed the vent, and fumbled for a while, "Nothing."

"impossible."

Grayson changed it, and didn't feel anything by himself. He put his hand on his chin, just stood and meditated for a while, and then continued to illuminate the edge of the vent with a flashlight.

"Give me a knife, no, a pen, a pencil, and a pointed tip."

He stretched out his hand for a pencil, and then reached into the bottom of the vent, gently stirring it, ten minutes later, a very thin fishing line was picked up by the pen tip, the fishing line glowed with silver light under the flashlight, one end was Tie to a small nail in the ventilation duct.

The male team members below whistled.

"Shaun, you are really good at hiding things, so what are you hiding?"

Grayson muttered to himself and carefully pulled the fishing line, and a key was pulled out.

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