Chapter 90 Broker

Changing the lawyer required Tony's consent. After Goodman fought for it, Song Ya and him were able to visit again at ten o'clock in the morning.

In the small talk room of the police station, Song Ya looked at Tony, who was as sluggish as little Lori, and felt a sense of hatred for iron and steel. Put the pen in front of him, "Sign it."

After Tony signed, Song Ya took it back and handed it to Goodman.

"What is it?" Tony asked at this moment.

Song Ya was dumbfounded by his unreliability and complete trust, "Goodman will fight this lawsuit for you, do you still have to admit that the gun is yours?" He briefly explained that the gun was suspected of murder After a while.

"I can't be a traitor." Tony looked at Song Ya in embarrassment.

Song Ya was so angry that she got up and left, "Then just wait."

After waiting outside for more than ten minutes, Goodman came out, and he comforted: "The prosecution just thinks that the gun may be related to the murder case, it is possible..."

"But if you don't change your mind now, if you really find out about it in the future, Tony will die in this life, right?" Song Ya still has basic legal concepts.

"It's useless for you to say these things. Tony doesn't want to change his words. He is the client and he has the final say, not you." Goodman clarified the current situation one by one: "Within 48 hours, the prosecution needs to provide further evidence, otherwise We can still bail him out when the time comes. Of course, if the prosecution provides new evidence, it will be troublesome..."

"How much trouble?"

"It's very, very troublesome, and you may have to hire a defense lawyer to go to court." Goodman said: "Since the prosecution has said this, they will not do nothing. There will be a bail hearing in 48 hours, regardless of the evidence. Whether it is sufficient or not, they will submit new evidence, and if the defense lawyer can prove that the evidence provided by the prosecution is insufficient, bail can also be reached."

"You're not going to court?" Song Ya looked at him in surprise.

"Uh..." Goodman showed embarrassment and asked back, "What do you think of my level?"

"I personally don't know much about it, but you have helped me a lot this year. Both Hayden and Song Asheng spoke highly of you..." Song Ya told the truth.

"How do you think I ended up running an office in Chinatown and receiving thirty-five dollars an hour for consulting services? Just because I went to court, it would definitely be a tragedy..." Goodman smiled wryly, "As soon as I went to court Ting is like a changed person, which can only help."

"Well, then..." Song Ya looked at his watch, "Tony was arrested at eight o'clock last night, and fourteen hours have passed, which means we still have thirty-four hours."

"No, the bail hearing is scheduled for ten o'clock tomorrow morning, so there are only a full twenty-four hours." Goodman said: "Find a good defense attorney, APLUS."

Song Ya took a deep breath, "It's really troublesome..."

When I got home, Aunt Susie had already seen the news from the local morning news, but she was not very excited and was packing things in the room.

Song Ya, who had only been at the police station for a while, lay down on the sofa. The pager rang all night, and he dialed the phone and returned one by one.

"Have you seen the news? It's such a bad story." It was the publicity staff of Columbia Records. "I'm fine. This matter has nothing to do with me. I will handle it well."

"Hayden, the William Morris co-broker, the one with connections in the upper echelons of Chicago, can he help? Yes, there's a bail hearing coming up, and I need a defense attorney, the best kind .”

"Hi, Mira... have you returned to Los Angeles yet? Sorry, I have something very important tonight and I don't have time to return your call."

Mira's delicate voice came from the microphone, "I miss you, can you come to Los Angeles to see me?"

"Not now." Song Ya doesn't have that kind of leisure now, "I have delivered the goods to my door twice,

Yellowstone and Fiji, remember? It should be your turn this time, I'm not your call cowherd. "

"I'm very busy with filming..." Mira said coquettishly, "Everyone has high expectations for my movie, and the agent won't let my mother accept new commercials and movies. Everything will be discussed after the return to Blue Coral Reef."

"I am busy too."

"Where are you busy?"

"I'm just busy."

"Hmph! You don't love me!"

"I love you Mira, but I'm really busy right now."

"Don't love me, don't love me! It's not good for me!"

"..."

Mira refused to let go, Song Ya simply hung up the phone, "It's not enough to cause trouble for me, really!" He called Roberto Clivell again, "Hey, Robert, I'm fine, thank you for your concern. AW Is the investment company in a hurry? Haha, very good, I’m going to hang out with them for a while, let’s talk about it after the Grammy awards ceremony is over... No way, if they find a new home during this time, I will also recognize it, for me To say that this acquisition is a bit beyond the scope of ability... Yes, SBK's royalties have not yet been paid."

"Tony will be in prison for a long time, right?" Aunt Susie came out and handed some of Tony's clothes to Song Ya, "You find a way to bring it to him."

"Why are you calmer than me, Aunt Susie."

"I have seen a lot. Most of the black boys in the South City have gone on this road, sooner or later."

Aunt Susie sat down beside him and put her arms around him, "Maybe Tony can live past twenty-five years in prison." She wiped her tears.

Song Ya smiled bitterly.

Hayden didn't answer the call, but came to the door in person, "The joint agent asked about the relationship with the Chicago Police Department. That gun is a little troublesome. He suggested that you go the way of a politician." He pulled Song Ya to the bedroom and closed the door. Come to the door and whisper.

"Looking for politicians to interfere in the judiciary?" Song Ya subconsciously felt that the matter was getting more and more serious, "What happened to the gun? Little Lowry is really involved in the murder?"

"Probably not, but as you know, there is a lot of guns in the underground of Nancheng. That kind of revolver can be bought for a few dozen dollars. Who knows what was done before..." Hayden replied, "Didn't you know Senator Underwood? The co-broker suggests you find his wife and donate some money to that lady's charity...it should do wonders."

"Mrs. Underwood, Claire?"

Song Ya thought of the other party's identity as a broker, money and power, power and money...

"Yes, the joint agent said that the most critical point now is to find out what kind of evidence the prosecution has. If the evidence is strong, Tony must change his words decisively at the bail hearing, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. This is not Interfering with the judiciary is simply inquiring." Hayden warned.

"Okay, prepare for my meeting with Claire..." Song Ya took out the checkbook, "How much is appropriate to sign?"

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Ya finished chatting with the alternative defense lawyer, seventeen hours before the bail hearing, and he personally visited Claire's charity organization.

Claire met him in his office, "Thank you for supporting our women's rights cause." He handed a check for one hundred thousand dollars to a middle-aged white woman, "You go out first."

There are only two people left in the office, "After I talked with you about South Africa last time, I went back and thought about it for a long time. Indeed, racial equality cannot override women's rights. The remarks made by the top leaders of the ANC are absolutely wrong, so... …I decided to support both sides, and that's my personal attitude." He put it beautifully.

Claire looked at him and smiled meaningfully, "At this time? I read the news in the morning, and you were mentioned in it."

"Of course, my brother Tony is in trouble right now, and I..."

"Aha..." Claire raised her hand to stop him from continuing, "Let's not discuss this, okay? If you came for that, I won't accept your donation." She opened the office door, Pretending to call back the staff just now.

"No, absolutely not." Song Ya hurriedly assured.

Claire looked back at him, smiled gracefully, and closed the door again.

The two continued to chat about women's rights and famine in Africa. Song Ya, who felt that the time was passing, subconsciously looked at his watch. At six o'clock, there were only sixteen hours left before the hearing.

"Sorry, I won't stop talking about this..." Claire stood up and stretched out her hand.

"Uh, it's okay, I'm also very interested in the famine in Africa." Song Ya concealed her inner disappointment and shook hands with her to say goodbye.

"Oh, by the way, your case... Maybe I can introduce a good defense lawyer."

Claire seemed to remember something, took out a business card from the drawer and handed it over, "I hope it can be helpful to you."

"Thank you, thank you Ms. Claire."

Song Ya took the business card and left the other party's office, "Lockhart & Gardner, lawyer, Alicia Flock?" He looked at the business card in his hand and muttered.