Entering the inquiry room, Luke and the two just stood in the corner, silently watching other people communicate with Grote.
Mahoney is a capable, vigorous young police detective. He has just been promoted to sergeant at the age of twenty-six.
What's more, he is one of the few detectives in the 15th Precinct who is not in the same boat, and life here is a bit difficult.
Like Fujimat, he is a local who grew up in the Clinton area, and he has different feelings for this place.
This is also the case, so that he can keep the bottom line in his heart and not become a black policeman.
Under the cooperation of Fudge and Mahoney, Grote quickly lost his temper and honestly confessed a lot of important information.
For example, he never mentioned before that the assailant had been rumored among the gang members, and it was specified that he was alone.
For example, as Luke said, several other gangs were also suspected of being attacked by this person.
This Grote was really dishonest.
He was really beaten to death by the assailant, and he was not wronged at all.
After asking for more than ten minutes, Mahoney went out to answer the phone, and then threw Grote a prison uniform when he came back, and threw him to a separate detention room, which was regarded as protective custody.
Only then did Mahoney signal for Fudge and Luke to follow him, walked to the corner, and whispered: "The assistant district attorney said he would come over and take over this case, you..."
Luke: "We don't interfere."
Mahoney immediately looked at Fudge: "Once the local prosecutor's assistant proposes a deal, no matter what it is, you'd better agree, otherwise they will think about it, and your firm will not have a good life in the future."
Fudge: "I understand. But what news do you have about the attacker?"
Mahoney looked at Luke and Luke next to him again.
"We only found out about this case this morning, so we don't know much about the inside story." Luke said with a smile.
After saying this, both Fudge and Karen looked a little weird.
Luke was not embarrassed at all.
He has no friendship with Mahoney, and of course important information cannot be disclosed to Mahoney casually.
Mahoney sighed: "Originally, the environment in the Clinton District was much better after the community reconstruction started. Now that this kind of murder has occurred, everyone's impression of the Clinton District may still be "Hell's Kitchen."
Everyone was silent.
Mahoney sighed at this sentence, and then continued: "Originally, when everyone heard the word "hero", they would think of Batman. Seeing the news, Batman and other "vigilantes" beat up some bad guys, just like the Yankees Excited to hit a home run. Now... hehe, everyone is afraid of the "hero". This guy makes the blood of those bad guys flow on the streets, and the residents don't want a bunch of "copycats". "
Fudge smiled bitterly: "But I'm afraid there will only be more and more imitators of this kind."
"Black Mask, Big Daddy, Super Killer, Smiley Man, Black Cat, how many are there? Although most of the imitators are just cosplayers with problematic brains, these "vigilantes" are now bringing New York What matters is not tranquility, but more and more security issues." Mahoney shook his head.
Speaking of this, he lowered his voice: "Now we have divided into two factions here. One faction thinks that they have helped a lot and saved the police force. The other faction thinks that they are no different from those criminals and should be arrested. "
Speaking of this, he was also a little bit downhearted.
As a policeman, I either pin my hopes on the "violent policeman" or want to catch the "virtuous policeman". It really makes people feel helpless.
At this time, he saw two people coming in from the door, and said with a grin: "The district inspectors are here, and I have to go to work. Fudge, go and communicate with them yourself."
When everyone looked around, they saw a man and a woman walking over in typical black workplace attire.
In the lead was a Hispanic woman in her early forties, and a step behind her was a black man in his early thirties.
Fudge's complexion changed, and he turned to Karen: "How do I dress? Is there any problem?"
Karen looked up and down, nodded: "No problem. Why are you suddenly nervous?"
"That's Samantha Reyes, the boss of the office." Luke shook his head: "Fudge, you should be mentally prepared, I'm afraid this person is not here to negotiate with you."
Fudge straightened his hands and said, "Huh?"
Luke: "It is said that she doesn't like to save face for others, and she changed three assistant prosecutors in two years, all of whom were fired after making mistakes."
Fudge's face collapsed: "I've heard of it too, thank you so much."
With this kind of reputation, it doesn't sound like someone easy to deal with, let alone the chief prosecutor.
Having said that, he calmed down and stepped forward with a smile on his face.
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Five minutes later, Selena held back her laughter, and put her mouth into Luke's ear and whispered, "Fudge is a very courageous little fat man. How dare the Chief District Attorney dare to scold him? And call the federal prosecutor for consultation, haha .Reyes is going to have a black face."
Luke nodded slightly: "There are still question marks."
And it is.
Facing the smiling face of Fudge, Chief Prosecutor Reyes was not interested in listening to his self-introduction at all. After interrupting his self-introduction, he ordered his assistant to take Grote away.
Yes, she was speaking to her assistant, not to Fudge, as if she was sure that the little lawyer would never dare to oppose her.
As a result... she was slapped in the face.
Fudge sensed that the other party wanted to bypass him directly and take Grote away, and immediately rebounded strongly.
He took out the legal provisions that the district attorney has no right to intervene in witness protection operations, and threatened Reyes to stab her to the federal prosecutor for such violations.
Reyes' expression at that time was extremely exciting, not to mention his face was black, but he was also full of doubts and puzzles.
She didn't expect that there was such a young lawyer who would dare to confront her.
What she did was definitely against the rules, but most young lawyers dare not confront the chief district attorney, otherwise they would be tossed into insanity by the district attorney's office.
Lawyers in the United States have more cooperative relationships with local prosecutors and police departments than confrontational relationships.
Many barristers do not simply have a high level of defense, but have a deep relationship between the two parties, and they can easily do things that other lawyers cannot do.
For example, if a small lawyer cannot release a person on bail, a big lawyer can.
A small lawyer can't reach a plea deal with the local prosecutor, but a big lawyer can.
For enough money, a barrister can get a client out of the police and DA, and it's perfectly legal.
Conversely, if the lawyer offends the chief district attorney, as long as the other party puts him on the blacklist of the district attorney's office, the lawyer will exhaust his energy in every lawsuit he fights in the future.
Not to mention that most of the local prosecutors are closely related to the police station. Whoever asks them to arrest suspects and convict them one by one, many people from the police station will be transferred to the local prosecutors.
It's really irrational for Fudge to do this.