Wine and Gun

He paused and continued: "Until this time, I discovered that I knew almost nothing about my friend's past, and that there was nothing in his relics related to the past. I found in his legacy After receiving this cross, I found this church with the mentality of giving it a try...I think maybe he lived in Kentucky during his childhood? Seriously, I want to put his legacy into one that is more meaningful to him In the hands of someone, rather than an ordinary friend like me who has only known him for a few years."

"No, I don't think you're just an ordinary friend since you feel that way about your friend." Father Johnson retorted softly.

Hunter thought for a while, then asked, "So are there any written records in the church? For example, lists, photos, etc.? Assuming my friend has participated in church donations or other activities before, I may be able to Find some clues about his past through his name."

Then he took on a more apologetic look and said, "You know, as you said, there are fewer and fewer people in this town, and I really don't know who to ask about this. matter."

The most important thing is that Hunter actually didn't know what the name Slade used here at that time, and he couldn't even ask. His only hope now is to keep some old photos in the church so he can still recognize Slade from them.

Of course, the premise is that the old fox didn't give himself a whole lot before going to Westland. Maybe he won't be so unlucky, right?

The priest was thoughtful, and then he suddenly showed a relaxed smile: "I remember, I heard that there was an acolyte in this church before, and he likes to take pictures. He has taken pictures for many festivals in the church, albums It's on the bookshelf in my office."

Father Johnson motioned for Hunter to follow him, so the two of them walked all the way to the door of the church. There was a staircase on the side of the door leading to the bell tower of the church, where the priest's office was obviously located. Hunter asked, limping and struggling up the narrow stairs, "Where is the aide now? Maybe I can talk to him?"

The priest was strangely silent for a while, and then said softly: "...he is dead. I don't know the cause and effect, but I heard that he died thirty years ago."

Aside from the process of excluding illegal evidence, and the inexplicable murder of Aureli Delphine, the result of the entire pretrial hearing was basically as expected: as a kidnapping, a minor, and a producer and seller The suspect in the case, Kaba Slade, has naturally lost any possibility of bail and is to be held temporarily at the New Thacker Federal Penitentiary until a formal trial begins.

The trial is scheduled for the beginning of next month. In the absence of new evidence, everyone wants to end the case as soon as possible. As public opinion continues to ferment, many people have already turned their attention to this case. On, after all, the matter involves something like "Since the club at Sequoia Manor is now a pedophile nest, how many rich people used to be members of this club, and whether old Thompson himself is also a pedophile", I don't know. How many hands are behind the scenes pushing this case to a hasty conclusion so that the storm can pass as quickly as possible.

After leaving the court, Kabbah Slade stood up slowly and shook hands with everyone in his legal team. He didn't expect bail in this kind of case, so he was very relaxed, and patted Holm. "You guys are doing very well" several times over his shoulder.

Herstal stood a little behind Holmes, watching Wallis Hardy standing not far away, looking in this direction with a complex look. There was no Aureli standing beside her this time, but the blond young man, the one named Midaren. He was one of the witnesses present at this pre-trial hearing, having previously given quite courageous and coherent statements in court.

Herstal had heard stories from all over about Midalen, of how he bravely attacked the guard with that butterfly knife, saving his own life and that of the other children—some of Herstal's Surprised that the other party did not speak out about his role in the whole incident.

The child was now staring at him from a distance, eyes as clear as blue lake water.

Or maybe the other party still has faith in his humanity—the brief contact at Sequoia Manor might have convinced the other party that he was a good man.

Midaren winked at him.

Herstal lowered his head inconspicuously, avoiding the boy's gaze without a trace.

"Running away from the problem says a lot, I guess it doesn't just mean that you don't want to reminisce about the tragic past. You're not the type to never get out of the past, it'll give you nightmares, but it won't stop you , otherwise you would be nothing more than who you are today.”

At this moment, Albarino was still whispering in his ear.

"You empathize with Billy, but you don't like Billy, do you? You even hate him, you hate his weakness as much as you hated yourself when you couldn't do anything about it."

It was at this time that Stryder smiled and came over to shake hands with Herstal, the sticky skin of the other party wrapped around his fingers like a dead man, and he heard the man say eloquently, "Very brilliant defense. , Mr. Armalite."

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