The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 520 Teresa: If you don't find a lawyer, I won't find Detective Chuck!

"According to your report, you took the dog for a jog yesterday morning."

Teresa turned the dossier to Henry Hearst's statement, and then looked at him.

"Yes, dogs are man's best friend."

Henry Hurst laughed.

"But this dog belongs to a neighbor's family."

Teresa looked at him: "Since you like it so much, why don't you raise it yourself?"

"Chantel doesn't like dogs, she likes cats more."

Henry Hurst shrugged helplessly: "She wanted to raise a cat, but the cat was too dirty, so she didn't raise it."

"She has a cleanliness?"

Teresa was surprised.

"It doesn't count."

Henry Hurst shook his head: "The dirtiest one is the canary, and she doesn't want to keep it, but this time I insist, sometimes I can be very tough, and she can accept it, so it's not considered a clean freak. You should also know that it is impossible for a real clean freak to compromise with others."

"We know it all too well."

The young detective Resby, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help laughing.

They are the CBI, responsible for major criminal cases throughout California, and they are also well-informed. They have not only seen Detective Chuck, but also Detective Amon.

Both detectives have serious cleanliness.

However, even if Detective Amon is in San Francisco and should be their best CBI partner, they will hardly go to him.

It is because of Detective Amon's unbearable cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, as well as various weird personality habits.

If given a choice, who would want to seek guilt?

"It's not that your insistence has played a role, but that she understands your way of raising canaries better than cats and dogs."

Detective Owens, who has the same face shape as the movie version of The Punisher, said sarcastically.

"enough!"

Henry Hurst looked at the young and handsome Detective Owens, and thought of the guy who came to his home to stand with his lovely wife yesterday, his face darkened suddenly: "I came here at your invitation to help you solve the case, not to accept your eccentricity."

"Detective Owens, I'll ask you any questions, understand?"

Teresa looked at Detective Owens gravely.

"Ok."

Detective Owens held up his hands to signal that he understood.

"Mr. Hurst, please don't mind, can we continue?"

Teresa withdrew her gaze and asked in a gentle voice.

"If it's you, of course it's fine."

Henry Hurst saw the guy he hated being bullied, and once again showed his identity and attitude, so he went down the donkey and nodded with a smile.

"Say you often help your neighbors walk their dogs for a jog."

Teresa asked: "When you were questioned by the police and you said 'I found the girl', what we don't know is what was the dog doing?"

"What do you mean?"

Henry Hurst didn't react for a moment.

"Theoretically speaking, it should be the dog who found the girl first, right?"

Teresa stared into his eyes: "The girl was found in the jungle, off the sidewalk. The jungle is very dense. We went to the scene to see it. You can't see the girl lying in the jungle while jogging on the sidewalk."

"probably."

Henry Hurst said vaguely: "Whether it's me or the dog, we are together, we found it together, I called the police, didn't I? Don't you think it was the dog who called the police?"

"Mr. Hurst, in the past two weeks, there have been two serious criminal cases in Orange County where teenage girls were strangled to death. Our duty is to find the murderer."

Teresa looked at him solemnly: "The reason why you called the police is to hope that the girl who was killed will be punished, isn't it?"

"of course."

Facing this kind of political correctness, Henry Hearst could only forcefully smile and nod.

"Very well, so please listen to my question carefully, and then carefully recall what you saw and heard at that time. Every detail is very important."

Teresa reminded: "You are a respectable tax lawyer. You can remember even such complicated legal provisions. It is impossible to forget what happened yesterday, especially this unforgettable scene."

Seeing him nodding, she nodded and said, "Now please tell me how you found the girl again."

"I jogged to my neighbor's house first as usual, and took his dog. Tango was a good dog. He was my best jogging partner. We ran around my path as usual. Suddenly Tango disappeared. I called him, but he didn't come back. I heard him growling and barking, and his behavior was very weird. So I went back and called him, followed him into the jungle, and then I found her.

At first I thought she was asleep, she looked kind of innocent like an angel, she was lying there quietly, her dark brown eyes were open, I leaned my head against her chest and listened and she didn't have a heartbeat, so I ran back to call the police and that was it. "

Henry Hurst began to recall yesterday's experience, and said that when he found the murdered girl, he was a little dazed.

"So you're sure you ran with the dog and the dog found the girl?"

Teresa confirmed it to him.

"Yes."

Henry Hurst nodded, avoiding Teresa's direct gaze.

"But we asked your neighbor, and he said that you do walk his dog every day, but you didn't yesterday."

Teresa stared at him sharply, and uttered the first major question.

"He remembers wrongly. If you have seen him, you should know that he is old, otherwise I wouldn't be helping him walk the dog."

Henry Hirst explained.

"I believe that he may have made a mistake in his memory, and you, as a tax lawyer, will never make a mistake in your memory."

Teresa nodded first, and then took out two documents from the file and gestured: "But what is strange is that he is not the only one who said that. Your other two neighbors, the young Mr. and Mrs., also insisted that they only saw you jogging yesterday morning and did not lead the dog. How do you explain this?"

"What explanation do you want?"

Henry Hurst laughed: "I see, I see it all."

"What do you unserstand?"

The tall female police detective Grace frowned and asked.

Henry Hearst glanced at her, and immediately looked away. His eyes fell on the petite Teresa, and he said mockingly: "It's a trivial matter for a villain or a lunatic to kill someone, and you don't even bother to pay attention to it. But if the murderer is a respected lawyer, he is not only a witness but also involved in the case, it will be big news. Then you will all have outstanding achievements that can be promoted and raised, right?"

"Don't change the subject, okay?"

Teresa dissatisfied: "Please answer, why did so many neighbors see that you didn't lead the dog yesterday? It wouldn't be the case that so many people framed you, a highly respected lawyer, right?"

"you are right!"

Henry Hurst's eyes lit up: "It is entirely possible that this is the case! Virtue and prestige does not mean that everyone loves me. Human nature is like this. I can't see other people better than myself. I have a high income, live in a big villa, and have the most beautiful wife, but my qualifications are just ordinary people. I am not a so-called noble blood or a super genius. My appearance is also ordinary. But most people who know me will think that I can do it to me, and I can replace me, isn't it?"

"You're too off topic."

Teresa frowned, feeling quite a headache.

Sure enough, a lawyer, even if it is not a criminal lawyer, but a tax lawyer, can talk so much, and always miss the point.

But she knew that once she got angry first, he would turn his back on him, and then said that the CBI and the police were not friendly to him, so she called a lawyer directly and logically, so as to avoid making people feel that he was guilty.

After all, lawyers say that hiring a lawyer is like buying insurance. It is not necessarily necessary, but it is necessary, and hiring a lawyer is not at all equated with guilt.

But everyone understands it. If you choose not to cooperate and hire a lawyer at the beginning, you are probably guilty.

Apparently, Henry Hirst tried as hard as he could to avoid that.

The chief of the African-American police station could see clearly from the sidelines, knowing that Henry Hearst didn't care about other people's eyes. After all, it was the consensus of all rich people to ask a lawyer to deal with it regardless of whether he was guilty or not.

What Henry Hearst cared about was his wife Chantal. He didn't want his wife Chantal to have the idea of ​​his guilt, so he tried his best to deal with it.

"Not to mention that all your neighbors are inconsistent with your confession. Who is right and who is wrong? We didn't find the dog's footprints at the crime scene. How do you explain this?"

"There are fallen leaves everywhere, how do you collect the dog's palm prints on the fallen leaves?"

Henry Hurst retorted. Seeing that everyone was looking at him suspiciously, he thought for a while and said, "Wait a minute, I remembered, what the neighbors said was correct. I did not pick up the dog from the neighbor's house yesterday. I met it on the path. Sometimes it would slip out of the house by itself. If you don't believe me, you can ask my neighbors."

"I just asked you to recall the details carefully. You insisted that you first picked up the dog and then ran into the trail as usual, and now it has changed?"

Teresa looked at him with a straight face: "You are a famous lawyer!"

"A 57-year-old lawyer!"

Henry Hurst corrected a sentence, and then shrugged bitterly: "Although I don't want to admit it, time makes people old. I no longer have such a good memory when I was young. Fortunately, I don't need to have such a good memory now. I have enough and good assistant lawyers to help me remember."

"Yeah, when you go to court, your legal assistants have prepared all the lines you want to say, and you can just read it, even the punctuation marks are fine."

Detective Owens, who had the same face as the movie The Punisher, couldn't help but sneer.

"enough!"

Henry Hurst was furious and pointed at Detective Owens: "Don't think I don't know, you are the representative figure who is jealous of me and wants to replace me, but you think that you are a police detective and you can take the opportunity to wrong me, arrest me and put me in jail, at worst, it will also make our husband and wife discord, so you can take advantage of it?

Tell you, you are delusional!Don't say that you are just a little police detective, it is your chief, and these CBI agents, if you want to frame me just because of this, you will regret it! "

"Owens!"

Seeing this, the African-American police chief could only helplessly scold his subordinates. He didn't know how much this subordinate was so excited and targeted Henry Hearst because of the two girls who died tragically, and how much was because of Mrs. Chantal Hearst, the number one beauty in Orange County.

"Do you need a lawyer?"

Teresa looked at the furious Henry Hearst expressionlessly.

"My favorite is a lawyer!"

Henry Hurst lost his composure and swears.

"So no need?"

Teresa nodded: "Then let's continue our chat. When you need to find a lawyer, just tell me, and I will find a lawyer for you immediately."

"If you still target me like this in the future and have bad intentions towards me, then even if I am a lawyer myself and have the dignity of a lawyer, I will find a lawyer immediately."

Henry Hurst took a deep breath and controlled his emotions, but his words were still threatening: "So control your dogs, otherwise not only will you not have the political achievements you want to calculate, but you may not even be able to keep your current positions."

Speaking of this, he got up directly, picked up his suit, and said with his head held high: "Actually, if it's all these so-called trivial details, then there is no rush at all. You can wait until tomorrow to make an appointment. The charity show is about to start. I don't want to miss any opportunity to do charity."

"You don't want to miss those young and beautiful girls on the runway of the charity catwalk..."

Detective Owens still wanted to taunt, but after the African-American police chief and Teresa looked over, he didn't dare to speak loudly like before, and could only mutter in a low voice.

Henry Hurst didn't speak, just looked at Teresa.

Although he didn't want to admit it, on the runway of the charity show tonight, all the young and beautiful girls in Orange County, including Marisa, would wear various fashions on the catwalk. He really didn't want to miss that youthful and graceful figure.

"I said, you can find a lawyer at any time. I will not only help you find a lawyer, but also help you find the best investigator to help you investigate the truth of the matter and make you innocent, as long as you ask."

Teresa looked at him with a cold face, not afraid of his threats at all.

"Best investigator?"

Henry Hurst saw that she was not worried about him finding a lawyer at all, and when he heard this sentence again, his heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition.

"That's right!"

The tall female police detective Grace excitedly said what he was most worried about: "Since you are a highly respected lawyer in Orange County, you don't know that Detective Chuck has already moved into the Orange County Hilltop Manor Villa? Who else deserves the title of the best investigator?"

"Don't worry, Detective Chuck has cooperated with us, but he has always been fair. He only asked the truth, not the relationship. Back then, he directly overturned the entire Bloody John organization, including our CBI senior management, so he should investigate the truth and clear your name. You shouldn't have anything to worry about, right?"

Teresa said with a straight face.

"..."

The corner of Henry Hurst's mouth twitched.

Ok!

He threatened to find a lawyer, and she threatened to find Detective Chuck!

"Of course I'm not worried."

Henry Hurst said so, but he stood up and sat down slowly again, raised his legs and looked at Teresa: "If you have any questions, take the time to ask, don't waste everyone's time."

The tall female police detective Grace and her companions winked, very proud that their boss directly suppressed the suspect with his idol.

Detective Owens, who has the same face as the movie The Punisher, was upset that Detective Chuck stole the scenery that should have belonged to him before he even showed up.

He secretly decided that when he saw Detective Chuck later, he must compare with him to see who is the real man!

(End of this chapter)