Chapter 90 (1/2)
Tony's consent was needed to change the lawyer. After Goodman's efforts, Sonya and he were able to visit again at 10 a.m.
In the small talk room of the police station, song Ya looks at Tony, who is as droopy as little Lori. He feels that he hates iron and doesn't make steel in his heart. He gives up the plan of persuasion and puts the power of attorney and pen in front of him, ”sign it.”
Tony signs it, song Ya takes it back and hands it to Goodman.
”What is it?” Then Tony asked.
Song Ya was so unreliable and completely trusted that he couldn't laugh and cry. ”Goodman will fight this lawsuit for you. Do you still have to admit that the gun is yours?” He gave a brief account of the murder of the gun.
”I can't be a traitor.” Tony looks at Sonya in embarrassment.
Song Ya was so angry that she got up and left, ”then you wait.”
After waiting outside for more than ten minutes, Goodman came out and comforted him: ”the prosecution just thinks that the gun may be related to the murder, it may be...”
”But don't change your words now. If you find out about it later, Tony will be finished all his life?” Song Ya still has some basic legal concepts.
”you said it's useless. Toni didn't want to change. He's the client. He has the final say, not you.” Goodman described the current situation one by one: ”within 48 hours, the prosecution needs to provide further evidence, otherwise we can guarantee him by the time. Of course, if the prosecution provides new evidence, it will be troublesome... ”
”How much trouble?”
”It's very, very troublesome. You may have to hire a lawyer to appear in court.” ”Since the prosecution has this statement, it will not do nothing. There will be a bail hearing in 48 hours. Whether the evidence is sufficient or not, they will submit new evidence. If the defense lawyer can prove that the evidence provided by the prosecution is insufficient, bail can be achieved,” Goodman said
”You don't go to court?” Song Ya looks at him in surprise.
”Er...” Goodman looked puzzled and asked, ”what do you think of my level?”
”I don't really understand, but you have helped me a lot this year. Hayden and song a Sheng have a high opinion of you...” Song Ya told the truth.
”How do you think I was reduced to setting up an office in Huahua street and getting a $35 consulting service for an hour? Because I went to court, it was absolutely a tragedy... ” Goodman wryly. ”When I go to court, it's like I'm a different person. I can only help.”
”Well, then...” Songya looked at his watch. ”Tony was arrested at 8 o'clock last night. Fourteen hours have passed, which means we have 34 hours left.”
”No, the bail hearing is scheduled for 10 a.m. tomorrow, so it's only 24 hours.” ”Get a good defense lawyer, aplus,” Goodman said
Song Ya took a deep breath, ”what a trouble...”
When she got home, aunt Susie had already read the news from the local morning news, but she was not very excited. She was packing things in her room.
Song ya, who only squinted at the police station for a while, lies on the sofa. His pager rings all night. He dials the phone and goes back one by one.
”Did you see the news, too? It's really a bad thing that spreads far and wide. ” ”I'm fine. It's none of my business. I'll take care of it.”
”Hayden, William Morris's co agent, the one who has connections in Chicago, can he help? Yes, there's a bail hearing right now, and I need a defense lawyer, the best of them. ”
”Hi, Mila Have you returned to Los Angeles? I'm sorry, I have something important to do this evening. I can't call you back
Milajiao's 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've delivered it to my door twice, Yellowstone Park and Fiji, remember? It's your turn this time. I'm not your call boy. ”
”I'm busy filming...” Mira said, ”everyone has high hopes for my film. My agent won't let my mother receive new advertisements and movies. Everything will be discussed after the release of blue coral reefs.”
”I'm busy, too.”
”Where are you busy?”
”I'm just busy.”
”Hum! You don't love me