Chapter 586 Childs

"I heard that AK's girlfriend went back to Chicago not long ago, met her family and friends... and made a lot of complaints..."

Hyde Park, Aunt Susie and her cousin Connie helped Song Ya pack up and gossip, "AK betrayed his good brother Lowry and the boss Pablo. After paying so much, the government only arranged for him in a small white town. A blue-collar job is exhausting, and the whole family is living a tight life."

"WTF?"

Song Ya's black question mark, "Is there something wrong with his girlfriend's brain? How dare he go back to Chicago and talk nonsense?"

"Who knows? I thought GD and Hell Bobtail didn't care about the informer anymore, and they really didn't care about it before. She might think the limelight has passed." Connie read from the mint tin box he left in the old house. Picking out old photos, and handing over all the photos with AK, "this one, and this one..."

In the photo, AK is embracing Tony and himself, showing GD's gang gestures and smiling brightly at the camera, Song Ya subconsciously avoids his gaze slightly, and puts the photo into the AJ shoebox beside him, "Then What is there to be dissatisfied with women? Blue-collar jobs are already good. The FBI even accused AK and Lowry of trafficking crimes through the witness protection plan. New job, new identity, new life, the family lives in a new house , children’s schooling and so on are also guaranteed.”

"It seems to be because of a fight with AK or something." Connie said.

"It's really killing people." Song Ya said.

"Yeah, the whole family is over. I have seen AK's children a few times, and they are both very cute..." Aunt Susie sighed.

"And that's all?"

Song Ya saw that it was almost done, and took the shoe box in her hand.

"Do you still remember when Little Lowry was arranging the MV for the first single? AK took good care of you at that time. At that time, he gave you twenty dollars, and you were still coy." Connie recalled the past, "But It is indeed stupid for him to be an informer, to kill himself."

"I don't want to hear that person's name right now."

Song Ya didn't want to argue with her about the morality of black people, so she stood up, "I mean little Lori." AK is dead, and the whole family is dead, and little Lori is the source of trouble. He hasn't given up on the appeal yet. Without the key witness AK, maybe he will be able to get out of prison...

The whole family of the traitor who informed Little Lori was killed. The news has already spread in Nancheng. This undoubtedly adds another point to Little Lori's reputation. I believe that it won't be long before Quanmi's gangsta rap circles will soon start talking about it .

"Let's go," he said to Goodman.

After greeting Aunt Susie and Connie, the group drove back to Highland Park.

"Wait, wait, wait... You, you... What do you mean when Old Joe is... gone?"

Big A and Eric had already approached the door, and Song Ya couldn't accept the news for a while.

"Literally, we went to Old Qiao Music to find him. He has already rented out his house to someone else, and we haven't seen anyone at home. His phone is turned off, so we can't find him by any means." Big A said.

"You have been a tuner at Old Joe Music for so long, do you know where else he goes?" Song Ya asked Eric.

Eric shook his head.

"Fxxk!"

Song Ya smashed the photo and shoebox into the fireplace, "What does he mean by disappearing at this time? Isn't his bail period going to end for a while?"

"The whole family of AK is dead, and Old Joe doesn't care about the bail period..." Big A muttered.

The photo was burned with unpleasant black smoke, and the three of them coughed and ran out the door.

"Hey! What are you burning!? A smell of plastic!" Mariah Carey outside the house also smelled it, "Honey, I just got a call that Bedford Hills is about to be delivered."

"The construction period has been delayed for a long time."

Song Ya complained that the house was started on his birthday last year, and it has been a whole year since now. According to expectations, it should be completed now.

"It was redesigned."

She later tossed a lot of new things on the basis of the original design,

For example, the cost of Italian marble and the orientation of windows has risen from 22 million to 25 million.

"Okay, I see." Song Ya agreed.

"Aren't you coming back to New York with me?" she asked.

"Isn't it officially delivered yet?"

"I want to make a final confirmation to see if there is anything that needs to be changed."

"Uh, it's almost enough. I'm very busy, and I have some troubles just now, have you heard about it?" Song Ya didn't want to go, and now Lao Qiao disappeared suddenly. The ghost knows whether he ran away or was killed. Or to be a witness for the FBI? It's okay to run away, but the other two items may be a bit scary.

No, it's not good to run away, without him as an intermediary, who will Sinaloa look for then? You won't come directly to yourself, will you?

"Okay, okay, then I'll go." She came over and hugged Song Ya, and kissed her face, "Chicago is too cold, we have to appear in the Bahamas next winter..."

"You finished filming the MV for your Christmas album?" Song Ya didn't answer.

"The filming is over! It will be released next month."

Excitedly, she got into the car with her female assistant, "Goodbye... my dear! Bedford Hills is waiting for you!" and ran away.

At this time, another car passed by the door. Under the obstruction of the guard, two people came out of the car. Song Ya, the leader, knew him but had never dealt with him. The current state attorney, Childs, was a man of appearance and behavior. Both are commonplace and rigid law enforcement bureaucrats.

Behind him is a black man, who seems to be his deputy, and I have seen it on TV.

"APLUS, is it convenient to talk?" Childs asked.

"Business or?"

"Business."

"Well, wait a minute, I'm calling the lawyer, and he's upstairs."

"Okay." Childs also smelled the smell when he was about to enter the villa, "What are you burning?"

"Some sundries, just talk outside, please."

Song Ya asked Big A and Eric to walk on their own, took them to the swimming pool, and sat down on the deck chair, "Aren't you busy campaigning? Mr. Childs, why come to me when you have time?"

The election of Childs and Peter Flock's next state attorney is at the most critical time, and there is still half a month to see the outcome, but he is basically out of play, and the polls are at the bottom, not even as good as a black man female candidates.

"What else could it be, about AK." He asked, "Has the FBI looked for you?"

"Yes, they asked some questions."

"AK is miserable, you need to do something for him," Childs said.

"Sorry, those people and things have nothing to do with me."

At this time, Goodman coughed out, "APLUS, what did you throw into the fireplace?"

"Scrap." Song Yachao Charles whispered.

"Hello, Mr. State Attorney." Goodman shook hands with the other party.

"I know that the front-line police officers are deliberately indulging the gangsters so that Peter Flock can find a way to attack me. Everything, the reason these tragedies can happen is because of the damn election. Peter is a politician. He is for votes. Anything goes," Childs said.

There is such a possibility, otherwise Sinaloa could not be so arrogant and has not been raided by the local police, but these still have nothing to do with him, "Are you here to catch Peter?" Song Ya laughed: "But you don't You should come to me, you should go to the street, or the front-line police station."

"It seems a bit late to think of this now, Childs." Goodman chimed in.

"I know, but I'm here to fulfill the duties of an enforcer."

Childs lowered his head and smiled, "If I were a standard politician, I'm afraid I would have already targeted you, APLUS, it's not that I didn't think that dealing with you would hit Peter's votes, I just don't want to use those dirty tricks. "

"I'm not involved in crime, I'm invincible." Song Ya lay down comfortably.

"It's none of your business this time?" Childs asked.

The other party was a senior prosecutor, and it was hard to tell from his facial expression, "Unless you take personal revenge, I have nothing to do with that matter at all." Song Ya replied.

"I know that the boss of the Hell Bobtail has changed not long ago. An African-American man nicknamed Sinaloa has mastered the gang. Do you know this person?" Childs' black deputy asked.

"No understanding."

"Really?" the deputy asked again: "There are rumors that Sinaloa bragged to others more than once about his relationship with you and Old Joe. He claimed to be a loyal fan of you and Little Lowry."

"It's nothing strange. My fans are all over the whole meter, and many black people on the street admire me." Song Ya replied, throwing a wink at Goodman by the way.

"Can you control the content of the conversation to be more purposeful? My client is very busy, so it's better to avoid small talk, let alone routine." Goodman warned the other party.

"We're looking for old Joe, do you know where he is?" asked Childs.

"I don't know, I'm looking for him too."

"You have always had a good relationship with Old Joe, right? You held a party here for Old Joe the day he was released from prison." the deputy asked.

"Yes, I have always been grateful to him, and the whole family knows it."

"But he's missing now."

"I don't know where he went."

"really do not know?"

The other party's questions became more and more pointed, almost to the point of an interrogation, "Okay, let's stop here, please make an appointment next time." Goodman stood up and held out his hand to the other party unceremoniously.

"Big star, I will keep an eye on you." Childs said without shaking hands, pointing to his eyes.

"Why don't you think about your own next job first?" Song Ya responded with a lazy smile.

"Hmph."

Childs sneered twice from his nostrils, and buttoned his suit, "Let's go."

"Mike." Song Ya looked at the exhaust of the car they left, withdrew his smile, and whispered to the old Mike behind him: "I think we should discuss how to solve that madman's problem."