Chapter 25 Section 24

In a corner of the police commissioner's hearing room, Malachy Ross sat opposite Marlene and Ash across a large table, facing the members of the grand jury.When he first came in, Ross sat down after taking his oath, and politely declined his suggestion that he could take off his shirt.Later circumstances proved that this refusal was a mistake.Once the initial opportunity is lost, there will be no more suitable opportunity. This is the reason why the so-called opportunity cannot be missed and the time will never come again.He was a little nervous inside, but he didn't want others to see it, and despite trying to hide it, he was sweating profusely.

By convention, the temperature in the rooms of the Justice Building is generally uncomfortable, either too cool or too hot.Due to the state's power crisis, maintenance workers have adjusted every thermostat in the building.Now, all those rooms that used to feel too cool are now too hot.vice versa.In the airtight hall, the temperature must have reached eighty degrees Fahrenheit. Ross had intended to be fully cooperative in the investigation into Markham's death, initially showing enough friendliness to end his time on the witness stand as quickly as possible.For nearly half an hour, this beautiful and capable woman made him review his relationship with Tim over the years, the creation of the Parnassus Group, the social ties that the two men shared.Ms. Ash is looking for the man who killed Tim.He had already expected this kind of interrogation routine of getting to the bottom of the matter and digging into the background, and he was even mentally prepared for this situation.

He spent several minutes giving the grand jury the basics of his professional relationship with Mr. Markham.He told them that during their more than ten years of working together, there was almost no friction between the two of them. Of course, although they had some differences on certain matters, they basically respected and trusted each other. Marlene.Ash got up from his seat when Ross said this, and walked a few steps to the center of the hearing room.From this moment on, the focus of the interrogation began to shift. "Dr. Ross," she said, turning around to where he was sitting, "how is Parnassus' finances?"

He thought her motives for asking this question were a bit impure, and she was suspected of misleading the jury. "We're doing as well as most of the health agencies in the country, so it goes without saying. But I can tell you that we're still in debt. If that's what you mean, I hope my answer satisfies you." Ash responded with a faint smile. "Not exactly. I wish you could have made it clearer to us that a person can float on the surface of the water and still go on sinking, right? Isn't that what the Titanic was like before it sank? Half Over water, half under water. Aren't you the acting CEO of that company now?"

"Yes." He lowered his eyes, looked at his crossed fingers, and tried to calm down.As he raised his eyes to face the grand jury, the impact of that horrific event was written all over his face. "Last Tuesday, following the death of Tim...Mr. Markham...the company's board of directors appointed me interim CEO." He stuttered incoherently in grief. "Then you know the company's financial position pretty well, don't you?" "It's been less than a week since I've taken over though, so I can't say I've got as much of a grasp on it as Mr. Markham has, but I'm pretty familiar with the numbers, yes, and frankly, it's been a while gone."

"So, you do know, in fact, whether Parnassus is in financial trouble, do you?" "Yes, I know that." "In fact, has the company considered filing for bankruptcy?" Financial pressure on Parnassus would undoubtedly have been a possible motive in Markham's death in the view of the district attorney general.Ross had already anticipated when the interrogator would ask questions related to this, and he had prepared for it, but now that the question was in front of him, when he actually faced it, he felt that he didn't know why. Ready, my mind went blank for a while, I don't know how to deal with it.He wiped his wet brow with a hand, wondering if he should ask the jury for permission to remove his coat, or just take it off without asking.But after thinking about it, he did nothing. "Of course it's been discussed. It's an option we've considered."

"Did you know that Mr. Markham thought about it?" "Yes. This has been on the table for some time." For the next forty-five minutes, Ash exhausted himself with a long list of detailed questioning, such as Parnassus' papers, the intricacies of various incomes, joint payments, expenses, employee payrolls, The amount of bonuses and salaries of all staff, etc.This damn woman seemed to know very well how to put aside his deliberate confusion and go straight to those substantive issues related to the operation of the company.Knowing that some other employees of the company had also received subpoenas from the court, and thinking about the possibility that they might tell the truth, Ross had no choice but to tell something close to the truth, but not the whole truth.

"So Dr. Ross, to the best of your knowledge, is Parnassus going bankrupt within the next six months? If not, can you please explain how you intend to make the company capable of paying its debts." This completely faceless question made him so angry that he wanted to shut her mouth by saying it was none of her business.But after thinking about it, if he really wanted to do this, he would be fooled by her. Now, the two of them played a game of cat and mouse.He did his best to give a vague but similar version of the plan he had conceived for Parnassus.At the same time, Yash has maintained a calm look, patiently and skillfully explored the details she needs one by one from his words.He felt that he was becoming a sausage in her hand, bit by bit by her.

At the end of this round of interrogation between them, he unconsciously drank the water in the jug in front of him. At this time, he was sweating profusely and his whole body was soaked. It seemed that he did not drink the water It was gone, but it was like pouring the contents of the pitcher over his head.The only thing that made him feel lucky was that her attention was only focused on the issue of money, such as how much each item cost and the amount of the prescription, for those questions about the drug list.Ash didn't really ask how many new drugs were included in the drug list when he came up.Rose found the waiting a real pain, not knowing when she would throw the shoe over.What if they knew about the situation?Or even doubt that what to do?Didn't they already tell themselves that they are under investigation?Is he going to stop being questioned and insist on seeing a lawyer?

But these things that made him anxious were just worries and had not yet become reality.Ash went down in the order of importance determined in her own mind. "Then, Mr. Ross, allow me to summarize what you mean in a few words. You have sworn to tell the truth. Your testimony states that you really do not want to see Parnassus in the next six Bankrupt within the month, regardless of whether the city pays the 13 million dollar bill you have already submitted." Ross put on a refreshed look to the nineteen citizen jurors who sat before him at the hearing.He was very surprised to see such an eye-catching focus issue at this time, and he really wished for it.It can be seen that most of them are obviously interested in this.They were all eagerly awaiting his answer.Rose, however, feels he needs to be patient on this issue, to be true to himself. "Okay, so I'll get to the point. Bankruptcy protects the company from creditors, right? And we do have some sort of bailout if the city doesn't do what it's supposed to. But for people like us One such group, the city and county of San Francisco is our largest customer, and in this case, doing so would have a negative impact on our already damaged credibility. Perhaps as some of you know, recently we There has been a lot of negative press coverage.”

"I'm glad you brought that up, Dr. Ross." Ash seemed to mean it. "I hope you'll have some insight into what happened with Baby Emily that has surfaced in Parnassus." The divided opinions of the 2000s have given us some unique insight. The grand jury already has enough basic knowledge of those events, and I should make it clear to you. Perhaps you can fill in some blanks for us, especially, Markham's involvement with this The roles and reactions in the various incidents involved. Please start with Mr. Markham." "Are you saying that you think his death may have had a connection to the Baby Emily incident or the nature of it?" "That's what this inquiry is going to ask, Doctor. Mr. Markham's death," she said, taking a few steps towards him. An aggressive, oppressive air developed, "Somebody put a lethal dose of potassium in his drip, and as a doctor, you agree that this doesn't look like an accident?" Ross didn't know what answer Ash wanted.He wished they would allow him to bring his lawyer into this hearing room, but now that was out of the question, and now he had to face the fact that it made him anxious. "It is always possible to administer an inappropriate dose of drug to a patient. If Mr. Markham's heartbeat became irregular, I could foresee the need to administer a therapeutic dose of potassium to the patient. However There's another possibility, though rare, that a drug doesn't have as much active ingredient as it says on the label." He was a little surprised to find that Ash was prepared and aware of the problem. "Of course. Please assume that there is an infusion bag containing potassium in this case, and the content of the active ingredient is correct. At the same time, we also assume that before the injury caused by the overdose of the drug , there is no indication that Mr. Markham's heart malfunctioned. So, given these hypothetical circumstances, what other explanations do you have for this incident to not be an intentional overdose?" Rose wiped the sweat from his upper lip. "I don't think I can see any other possibility. Do you mind if I take off my coat?" "Not at all." He stood up and quickly took off his coat, and sat down again in just half a minute.Yash still maintains an aggressive momentum. "So, Doctor, if Mr. Markham was deliberately overdosed—" "I didn't say that." Ross interrupted Ash impatiently, and then corrected himself. "I didn't know we were already talking about this." Ash's reaction to this became a little dramatic.She paused for a moment, as if contemplating something, and stared condescendingly at Rose, who sat there. "That's exactly what we were talking about, Doctor. Are there some serious disagreements between you and Mr. Markham, say over matters of company policy?" Rose clenched his jaw, restraining the anger in his heart. "Are you kidding me?" he asked her. "Are you kidding me?" "As I understand it, you're asking me if I'm going to kill my long-time friend and business partner over some business argument. I hate to hear that, go to hell, it's impossible." "I never asked you that question," Ash said, "You jumped out and said that yourself. But it's just as if you asked this, please answer." She fixed her eyes on him. He also winked back at her without showing weakness. "No, there's nothing to say. There's nothing that would make me even the slightest bit murderous." He told the jury directly, "Tim is a friend of mine, a close friend." Rose forced himself to calm down.At this moment, a freshly filled jug came into his sight. It may have been there for a while, but he just didn't notice it.He poured some water into his glass and took a sip. "I need to point out, Ms Yash, that the medical decision on baby Emily, while deeply unpopular, was not entirely wrong. In fact baby Emily was successfully transferred to County Welfare General Home , into the preterm care unit, where she was alive and well before being sent back to Portola. I never did anything to kill her, and there was no need to endanger her life." "But how does Markham react to all this?" "He didn't take it seriously until it became a big news story." "Did the two of you ever quarrel about this matter?" "Of course there was, after it popped up in front of us. He thought I should have discussed it with him and not just done it from a business perspective." He once again addressed the grand jury directly. "We all said After some heated rhetoric, it's true. We run a large and complex business together, and sometimes our respective responsibilities overlap. We've been doing that for twelve years." Looking into Yash's gaze, she secretly decided that she could no longer swallow her accusations and scolding, otherwise it would only increase her prestige.It doesn't make sense anyway. When the group sat down at Lowe's Greek restaurant for Tuesday's dinner, Treya apologized for Griski's absence.He said that when he was about to come, he was called away by a phone call and asked him to rush to a murder scene ordered by the hunter.That excuse, Hardy believed, was a complete lie. A murder scene ordered by the hunter is true. Hardy sat there silently thinking about what Treya said.It seems that this kind of thing does not happen every week.Hardy knew it was just some gang of juveniles killing each other, and there were twenty or thirty kids cheering and cheering in broad daylight, including kids who didn't know what was going on.Drug addicts, biker gangs, constellation killers, etc., as a department administrator, Griski would not be required to go to the murder scene at Hunter Point. According to Hardy, this excuse has a deeper meaning.This commonplace explanation, although superficially easy to accept, is in fact very weak and unconvincing, and it is actually Griski's personal message of dissatisfaction to him.At the scene of the murder, let's lie to the ghost, he thought to himself.It's as bad an excuse as "my grandma died" or "the dog ate my homework" when used here. Angry with most of them, especially Hadi, Abramovich is avoiding today's gathering.This morning, Abu heard that Jackman had instructed Strout to agree with Wes Ferrell to exhume the body of his client's mother.Before they took their seats, Strout told Hardy that he had called Abramovich out of a good intention and told him about the decision.On the phone, Griski vented his anger on the issue to him, thanking him for telling him the situation and saying he would accept Jackman's approval no matter what. It didn't look like his absence bothered anyone else in the room, though.Before the conversation got into a fiery state, everyone didn't fix the theme well.David Freeman started off with a few comments about the Parnassus situation, which shows how prescient they have been about it all since last week.Not so long ago, half the table was arguing about this or that comment, without agreeing on a topic.Finally, they dropped the conversation on Jeff Elliott's first column about Malachy Ross, which led Jeff to ask Marlene if she had spoken to Ross, and if so In that case, how did he fare in front of the grand jury. She smiled first, glanced at Jackman, and took a sip of her iced tea. "No comment, I'm afraid I can't comment on that, even though our conversation here is off the record." "From what I've heard, Ross and Markham are close personal friends," Hardy said. "There's never been any mutual suspicion between them." He glanced at Treya across the table. Like me and Abu." Elliott, however, thought he knew that the theory was unreliable. "Let me ask you this, Marlene," he began, "Dizzy considers them to be very close personal friends, and I've heard that every single thing they've done to each other over the past decade or so Decisions are contested, such as on the things you bring up—baby Emily, Slustorp, drug lists, etc." Marlene drank her iced tea unhurriedly all day. "I can't talk about this, Jeff. It's for the grand jury to judge, understand? I didn't even say who I talked to. You want to think that this person is Ross, so you can say it, whatever. Your poo." "However, that's just for today, right? Are the grand jury hearings going to continue on Tuesday and Thursday?" Gina Locke joins the conversation. "Is anyone else in this room in favor of getting rid of that First Amendment?" It's like an innocuous joke, casually uttered in a lighthearted way, "She can't talk about this, Jeff. It's true. Yes, even for a big-name reporter like you." "It's not like I'm trying to force her to say something at all." Elliott shook his head helplessly, amused by the lawyers' trick, and it was obvious that he meant it.A smile flashed across his face, and his eyes scanned the table. "However, Dr. Ross had a secretary named Joanne, and when I called her to find Ross, she told me where he was, which gave us some inspiration. I don't think she's been allowed into the heart of the business. The insider part." "She talked to you," Rojak asked suspiciously, "after you talked to her boss last week?" Elliott nodded gravely. "She also probably got the impression that I was calling to apologize or something." As Freeman and Jackman engaged in a more serious discussion of last week's topic—the potentially fraudulent outpatient bill—Hardy leaned over and whispered to Elliott that started talking. "How did you hear about Slustop?" "The same way I found out about Ross testifying before the grand jury. I'm a reporter and I can ask. You might be surprised, but people talk about these things." "Not as surprised as you think. I've talked to some people myself. Did you find anything on Kenson's list?" Elliott let out a long sigh and stopped the conversation.Luo happened to come over at this moment and reported to everyone the special dishes of the day, including eggplant, tofu, squid and some kind of sweet and sour sauce made with sesame oil.He vowed to tell them that the taste of these dishes is really good, which can be called a breakthrough in culinary technology, although the words he used to describe them were not accurate. After they've ordered all the specials - and there's nothing else to choose from - Lowe goes to the other tables, and Jackman's buzzing resumes.Elliott leaned over to Hardy and whispered to him. "Are you talking about the unexplained deaths? One thing I know to be true is that the Nazis are just a rumor." Hardy's face fell.Could it be that Jeff had verified the dead on Kenson's list before him?Perhaps he had discovered the eight deaths from natural causes like James Lackert's. "What do you mean?" Hardy asked. "I think I may be wrong, don't get excited." Elliot stretched out a hand and pressed Hardy's sleeve, "I'm not saying this is just a rumor, although there is no fact to prove it yet True or false. I mean it's a rumor and a lot of people are talking about it. If I could find more headlines like this, I'd be willing to put them all together for another column, but so far No subject matter. I've talked to some people in Portola, but no one has even an iota of fact. It's just hearsay and what people say that goes around." "How's our friend Rose?" Elliott shrugged regretfully. "I've talked to him, and you might recall it. And after that, it just kind of just kind of came out of a mold, going round and round with no progress. Rose and Trey Sister Sha doesn't share a worldview, and I can't seem to write another column that's different than the fact that he's greedy, ruthless, and rich." "I may have what you want. Listen up." Hardy then directed his attention across the table. "At John's." He raised his voice so that Strout might hear him. "I almost forgot." He took an envelope from his pocket and pushed it across the table. "Do me a favor. Next time I will only bet with you on something that has a 80% or 90% chance of winning. Remember to remind me of this." Just as Hardy wanted to achieve the desired effect, this little performance aroused the interest of the first person.He had originally planned to use this move to indirectly justify himself to Grisky.If he can lead this group of people to the discussion about Rector's autopsy, Abramovich may understand that Hadi's position is not completely self-interested, and it is not the usual blundering trick used by lawyers. The idea itself is good, and it is worth pursuing continuously.Now, however, he realizes that he can create a similar impression on Treya, and believes he can use her to win Abu back.The reality remained that if he couldn't get Griski to back his work, it was almost certain that he would not be able to fully exonerate his client. Although the anger in his heart is still there, he is not willing to lose his best friend because of his work.For his career, he has sacrificed too many things. To the unanimous question raised by everyone about his move, Hardy replied that it was just paying off one of his gambling debts. "I feel very strongly that James Leicester was killed in Portola, in the same situation as Tim, in Markham, maybe in the exact same way. And I have to pay for what I said. " Jackman and Freeman disagreed on whether such an approach was noble or foolish, but the discussion allowed Hardy to pivot to Wes Ferrell disposing of Ms. Rowling's body The situation faced in the dissection is another intention that he has always wanted to achieve. Elliott, he noticed, began to take notes. Jackman didn't intend to let Hardy go away easily, he wanted to give him a warning.After lunch, the group stood on the corner of Seventh Avenue and Bryant Road, waiting for the green light for pedestrians to cross the street.Jackman pretended to tell Hardy a dirty joke about a vasectomy in Arkansas, and pulled him to the back of the crowd.It seems like most of these jokes have something in common, involving a can of beer, a pink bomb, and a retard who can't count from one to ten without using his fingers.After hearing the story and laughing, Hardy found that everyone else had already crossed the road, only the two of them were left far behind, left alone on this side of the road.Jackman is very good at telling jokes, because when others are swayed by his witty remarks, he never laughs, but always shows a serious look.Right now, he couldn't see the slightest smile, but a serious and serious face. "I'd like to make a careful remark, Deeds, if you can spare a little more time." The change of tone was so sudden that it was enough to make people feel stunned for a moment, and Hardy's expression also showed his psychological change. "It's all right," he said, "of course." "According to the spirit of our agreement, I have always worked on the premise that what I think is true, but Marlene mentioned this to me last night, just after I decided to agree with you John's request for a second autopsy." "That's not my request, sir, that's Wes Ferrell's request, that's his client." "Dizzy." The voice was low and caring.Like an elder, Jackman kindly pressed a hand on Hardy's shoulder, using about thirty pounds of strength. "Let's not go that far." Hardy thought that although these words were just a few words, they were true and touching. "I'm sorry." He said with the utmost sincerity. "As I said," Jackman said, with his hands withdrawn into his pockets as they walked across the crosswalk, "I've been following our predetermined schedule of sharing information." work on the situation. We're going to give you what we know, and in exchange, you're going to guarantee that your client will cooperate with us before a grand jury. But beyond that, I want you to give us—especially It's for Abu--any information you found that doesn't implicate your client." They were speechless for a while, and walked forward in silence for a while.Finally, Hardy broke the silence. "He's not in a very good mood recently, and he doesn't listen to other people's words very well." "I know, but I'd appreciate it if you keep trying." "That's always been my goal. But in exchange, my client is willing to talk to a grand jury instead of a bunch of police officers in a small room with cameras on it." "I accept your suggestion, but Abramovich seems to be tending to come to a wrong conclusion about this. He thinks that, for some reason, we all insist on avoiding the due process of handling this case." Between the words , they came to the doorstep of the Court of Justice and stopped.Jackman frowned deeply. "I'm extremely sensitive to this matter, even to superficial signs." "Did Abu talk about it?" "No. But he doesn't like being told not to arrest anybody." "For that matter, Clarence, it wasn't your doing at all. When we came to an agreement, you admitted that you probably didn't have enough evidence to convict, not even a so-called confession. And he still doesn't have that. thing." "In all seriousness, this is a very recent complaint." Hardy nodded. "He was in a mood of discontent, Clarence. He thought I saw an opportunity to use emotional means to influence, and I did. Seriously, it pissed me off a little. I didn't do anything like that." , and will not do it. People like Abramovich should know this clearly." "Yes, one of you two big men must find some way to resolve the differences between you. At the same time, Marlene is likely to be happy to know what you have learned, whether it comes from Abramovich or other sources. Obviously you have something going on, say, an autopsy. And, as a digression, allow me to say, do things in the same spirit of our mutual cooperation, which may be a way to get them to pay attention to us earlier Appropriate way." He waved his hand to stop Hardy's excuse, "It's okay, it's like the water under the bridge, and it can't drown people. But don't forget, at this point, I've already fallen into embarrassing situation, especially with the head of the homicide squad - and allowed Strout to continue in this situation. I hope these... unconventional autopsies will make a point, Your client is not going to do something stupid, or slip away and refuse to speak in front of a grand jury, and that would make me feel like a fool for being played." "That's not going to happen, Clarence. But I can't tell you here that I've found another suspect that's a better fit than Kenson. The good news is, I've got a few good candidates. .” Jackman accepted the news calmly, without much reaction to it. "Then you need to get Abramovich to review them." "That's what I've been dreaming about, Clarence, and I'm telling the truth. Except to pay off the debt owed on Wes Ferrell's request for an autopsy." "What do you pay for it?" Hardy's face revealed the worry in his heart. "At this point, Clarence, use almost anything." They said goodbye to each other.Hardy watched Jackman's back disappear into the building before leaving.A commentary on benevolence hangs on the steps. I don't know who did it deliberately to cause trouble or to get legal explanations, or the article itself fell here from the corridor.A pair of huge Great Danes were chained to the metal banisters of the stairs and slept on the warm flagstone floor, keeping away from everyone who passed by.A young woman was recently mauled to death by a dog, a once-coveted animal that was once considered the best friend of the city's men, now in shambles.At the other end of the steps, in the distance, a young Chinese couple is having lunch, with a stereo next to it playing loud Asian rap music. The smell of steamed buns wafting over made him feel very hungry right now.A food made of sticky dough and appetizing bacon, today's special at Lowe's might be technically innovative, but most of the dishes on the table haven't evolved yet To the point where they can appreciate it.Hardy barely ate much. When Jackman was completely out of sight, Hardy entered the building and took the elevator to the fourth floor.Grisky was not in the office.Hardy walked to the lobby and made a call on his mobile phone. After two rings, a polite voice came from the phone. "Grisky." "How about the hunter order?" "Who are you?" "guess." Grisky slapped his forehead, realizing who the speaker was. "What do you want to know?" "Just five minutes of your time. Where the hell are you?" "In District 22." It was a courtroom on the third floor, and Griski would turn off his phone whenever he was there, and Riocomoro would be furious if he didn't.Therefore, according to this situation, it can be speculated that either the court was empty at this time, or it was during the break during the trial, and Griski secretly answered the call hiding in a corner. Hardy was going to accuse Abramovich of not giving him what he knew, and Abramovich did.He wanted to question Abramovich's behavior face to face.The captain sat in the back seat away from the middle aisle of the courtroom.He turned his head and glanced hurriedly at the entrance where Hardy came in, then quickly withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't intend to greet Hardy with his eyes.Both of them do this to avoid embarrassment, trying not to make eye contact with each other. "I just talked to Clarence. He thinks we should cooperate." Hardy's voice echoed in the empty and deep space, "I could have told him that we are the direction on this issue." Opposite, there is no possibility of cooperation, but I did not do that." "You are so kind." "However, it makes me wonder why your agents never did a broad search of who was near the ICU when Markham died. You just told them that Kenson did, so Don't they need to worry about this?" Griski turned to face him. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about Bracco and the other guy, his partner, and what they've been doing this week." Grisky folded his arms across his chest and shook his head.Hardy took his silence as an acquiescence. "I've always wondered why they didn't visit the hospital where Markham died. Don't you think that's unusual? That's the logical place to talk to witnesses, don't you think so? " "What about your opinion?" “我相信你告诉过他们到那儿去。那是你会去调查的第一现场。” “没错，事实也是这样的，那的确是我们去过的'第一现场'之一。那我再问你一次，你的意见呢？” “我的意见就是，没有任何迹象表明，你打算把你们掌握的全部情况提供给我。那个协议规定的内容是我可以得到你掌握的情况，还记得吗？” “你确实得到了。”格里斯基说。 “我没有得到医院方面的任何人的任何情况，而且现在你跟我讲你的人到那儿去过。你认为这是怎么一回事呢？” 格里斯基似乎在认真琢磨这件事。过了一两秒钟，他看了哈遣一眼。“也许那些副本还没有打印出来。” “也许是这样吧。那么那些还没有被翻录过的录音带在哪里？你认为我也有一大堆那样的东西所以才不给我的吗？”哈迪跟刑法打交道的时间已经够长了，他清楚地知道警方用来赢得起诉的一些惯用的招数。“也许，”他直言不讳地加了一句，“也许你会命令他们不要记得录音。”这是一种通行而又平常不过的手法，几乎不可能证实到底有没有施加这种人为干扰的外力作用。 “这让我想到，”哈迪继续说道，“你从一开始就认定我没有按规则办事，所以，你也可以心安理得地去这么做。” 格里斯基的嘴紧绷了起来，上面的疤痕更加显眼了。哈迪知道他敲打到格里斯基内心的最痛处了，但是无论如何他得让他明白这件事情。 “你这样做的结果就是，我花了四天时间去弄清楚你已经知道的情况。”哈迪说。 "What's the situation?" “就是有很多人具备杀死马卡姆的作案时机，也许还有动机。” 格里斯基并不为哈迪的这番话所动。“如果你不能找到它们，那是你的问题。我的探员去了，也问过了。他们得到了一张记录事发当天的完整的事件排序表，从马卡姆的收治到……”格里斯基突然停了下来，快速看了哈迪一眼，随后又把目光投向了不远处的什么东西上面。他鼻翼翕动着，呼哧呼哧地喷着气，撅起了嘴巴，一副气冲冲的样子。 “到什么？”哈迪问。 格里斯基的神色骤然起了变化。他想起来的什么事情让他心里不由得一紧，呼吸也急促了起来，紧接着这种感觉进一步控制了他的整个身心。 哈迪等了片刻，说：“我在听。”说完又等了一会儿。 终于，上尉流露出一种厌恶与困惑交织的神情，头开始慢慢地左右摇晃起来。“他们忘记打开录音机了。是布拉科和菲斯克，你知道的，这是他们接手的第一起案子。他们没有遵守办案规程，而且……”他再次停了下来，心里明白这样的努力和进一步的解释都于事无补。 没有哪个人，尤其是哈迪，会相信他此刻说的话的，而且在出现了这些情况之后，他更明白没有人会这么做。 哈迪的第一反应跟亚什预料的毫无二致。“就表面看，我会把这称为自私自利的行径，”他索性直截了当地回答道，“现在用上这套说辞真是再合适不过了，这会儿我看到你居然也想起来用这种解释了。这真是方便又好用的借口啊。” 话语之中全是嘲讽之意。 “只有一件。”哈迪起身朝法庭的门口走了一步，转过头来面对着他的朋友，诚心诚意地说，“就是我了解你，阿布，我知道你是什么样的人，而且我信任你就这个案子说的每一件事。如果你跟我说情况就是那样的，那么那就是事实，这件事也就到此为止了。” “情况就是那样的。”格里特斯没有勇气看着他，只好避开他的目光说道。 “好吧，就这样吧。也许有人能就他们掌握的情况给我整理出报告来，那我会马上上楼去取的。”他伸手去推门，不过又停了下来，迈出半步又掉头对格里斯基说：“哦，对了，还要恭喜你，特雷娅打过电话，跟弗兰妮说了那件事。” 随后哈迪就到外面的走廊里去了，留下格里斯基独自经受哈迪带来的让人难以忍受的折磨。