Wine and Gun

But if this is the case, there is a problem -

Hardy finally asked, "But the most crucial point is this: If the Sunday gardener really had this list in his hands, why didn't he give it to . occur."

Indeed, as long as he is willing to do that, Herstal's sentence will go smoothly in the future: if more members of Sequoia Manor can be dug up, some of them may prove that Slade is indeed guilty, That way, it might also be easier for the jury to believe Herstal's motive for murdering Slade, perhaps in favor of a lighter sentence.

"Actually I've been thinking," Hardy whispered after a while, "perhaps Armalette really loves Al...but what did Al do? Al didn't do anything."

Isaac said bluntly, "I want you to help me kill someone."

Herstal gave him a deep look: "Many people may have thoughts like you in their hearts, and you are the only one who said it."

"Because it is possible to get it if you say it. If you don't say it, you have nothing." Isaac replied with a bit of a businessman's spirit, "Anyway... something has happened recently, and the guys outside have become angry. You can also notice a lot of friction between the various gangs in the prison.”

Herstal nodded.

Seeing that he might not have any intention of turning his head and leaving, Isaac continued: "I have to keep looking at the hurricane in the street, they have been trying to trouble us lately. But at the same time, the Latin King Gang is also eyeing, I'm expecting the Mexican mafia guys to give them more trouble, but...fuck," he took a deep breath, briefly ending his grievances, "me and my guys have been really rambunctious lately, it's better There's one other thing to put the Latin King's men at ease."

"When you say 'safe' you mean I'm going to kill one of their people and give them a little distraction from you and your gang," Herstal pointedly pointed out that he was really good at using sarcastic words. Speaking in a tone of voice, as soon as the thing you propose to him passes through his mouth, one can't help but suspect that it's a bad idea.

Isaac didn't change his face, which was obviously a thick skin honed after a long time in power: "Actually, I want you to attack Jerome's deputy."

"What's in it for me?" Herstal asked sharply.

"You know, since the bathroom incident, the people of King Latin have always looked down on you. Even if you don't act first, they will continue to trouble you sooner or later." Isaac said to Hestad. Er nodded: This man has an obvious bruise on his exposed wrist, which is the trace left when he had a "little friction" with others before, "I am more familiar with this prison than you, and I can provide you with Everything you need: when the guards change, the camera's blind spots, everyone's habits when they're out... all in all, I'm here to help you so you can escape the guards' eyes."

Herstal looked at him coldly.

Isaac went on to explain: "If they shoot first, you are likely to suffer. After the bathroom incident, Jerome's people will no longer despise you. But if you are the first to shoot, you may be will prevail.”

In fact, Isaac didn't know what to say, because even with his knowledge of Jerome of the Latin King Gang, he could be sure that the other party was still waiting for the time to get his revenge. This persuasion didn't sound like much. Touching: The most important thing is that he has nothing to give Herstal, the other party will not accept recruitment and wooing, and there is no urgent need for tobacco, alcohol, drugs and sex. If one has something desperately wanted, it is easy to make a deal with others, but in reality he is not sure what Herstal really wants.

He has heard some stories about this lawyer, whose enemy is now paralyzed in a nursing home, basically living on liquid food, his lover was killed by his own hands, and he has not regretted it.

What would such a person want?

Herstal Armalite was obviously thinking, and Isaac saw his eyes slowly narrowing. For some reason, this kind of eyes made a gang member who was used to seeing blood feel a little shivering.

"Of course, it's not that I can't help you kill someone."

After a while, Herstal said suddenly. His tone was flat, as if killing someone in a high-security prison wasn't particularly embarrassing for him.

"But, you need to give me something first."

Hardy finally asked the question that had been buried in his mind for a long time, and Midalen frowned, apparently not knowing how to answer. Then he subconsciously cast his eyes on Olga, as if expecting an answer from him.

"Because Al didn't do anything, we could reasonably infer that Al didn't love him—or, even if Al was really a Sunday gardener, and a psychopath couldn't have that feeling, we could This infers that Albarino does not have a deeper feeling than Herstal?" Olga asked.

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