Chapter 84 Special Care in Prison
After being busy for several days, Hawke gave Edward a day off so that he could sleep in.
But as soon as the sun rose, there was a banging on the door downstairs.
Hoke put on shorts and a T-shirt and looked down from the second-floor window.
Old man Frank was like a beggar who came to beg for money, holding an ashtray with change and slamming the door hard.
Hawk shouted down: "Wait a few minutes."
Frank raised his middle finger to the second floor.
Hoke quickly washed up, went down to the second floor and opened the door. He took out a 10-cent coin from his pocket, threw it into the ashtray, and said, "Here's the money."
Frank pretended He didn't hear anything, so he squeezed through the door, put down the ashtray, went to the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, opened it, took a big gulp, and let out a breath of joy.
Hoke asked: "You came here and knocked on the door this morning. What's the matter?"
"I haven't seen you for several days. I don't run in the morning and don't turn on the light at night." Frank rummaged through the refrigerator and found the sausages Hawke just bought yesterday. He sat on the sofa and tore open the package with his mouth, saying: " I think you bastard may have been killed. Come and see if you are dead so that I can call the funeral car for you."
Hoke went over and grabbed the sausage: "I thank you." He deliberately pressed a few times on the shelf: "I want to energize the sofa. "
Frank jumped up and said angrily: "I'm so kind, don't be ungrateful."
"I appreciate it, it's too late for me to thank you." Hawke threw the sausage to him again and said: "I have been busy with a business recently and stayed in Orange County for a while."
Frank took a bite of the sausage: "Why is your sausage so delicious?"
Hawke said: "Because it's free."
"It makes sense." Frank found a pocket, opened the refrigerator, put beer, sausages and other food into his pocket, and said at the same time: "Don't turn on the electricity. , I won’t eat yours for free.”
He spoke faster: “A few days ago, four people attacked your studio. The bastard went through the trial and was sentenced to three to five years for multiple crimes such as burglary, damage to property and illegal possession of a gun."
Hoke was a little surprised: "The process went so fast?"< br>
Frank started to fart again: "Boy, don't you think about who is staring at you?"
Hawke heard someone mention it in his previous life that the fastest criminal case in California was completed in just over a week.
Frank added: "Their confiscated property is being auctioned, and it may take a little longer. You should be able to get about $35,000 in compensation."
Hoke is also very willing to help others. Pay attention to: "When the money comes, I will buy a new RV and give it to you."
Frank is not polite: "Let it be put in the name of your studio for tax deduction. I can't have property in my name."
Hoke's cell phone rang and he took it out to answer it.
Caroline called: "Didn't you say you would give me a commission today?"
"I remember." Hawke looked at the time: "Meet you at the Bank of America in Century City at ten o'clock."< br>
His freshly filled refrigerator is ransacked by Frank, who happens to be out buying something.
"I'm leaving first." Frank came to the door with a full bag, suddenly stopped and turned back, picked up the ashtray and went out.
He arrived at the door and asked, "Have you not seen that LAPD girl recently?"
Hawke called: "Erica went to New York and seemed to be attending some event."
Frank was gone.
Hoke changed his clothes and drove to Century City.
Before ten o'clock, he met Caroline at the door of the Bank of America.
Miss Me was wearing a white Chanel skirt, carrying a Hermès, and red high heels. She seemed to be carrying the wind when she walked.
She came to Hawke, took off her sunglasses, and reminded: "Sixty thousand dollars."
Hoke greeted her into the bank, found the corresponding business manager, entered the VIP room, and completed the transfer procedures.
Coming out of the bank, Caroline said: "Buy you a cup of coffee."
Hoke said: "Okay."
The two entered a nearby coffee In the living room, each ordered a cup of coffee.
Caroline held the spoon, slowly stirred the coffee, and said: "I left in a hurry last night. It's not convenient for Steve now. He called me specifically this morning and asked me to express his gratitude to you on his behalf."
Hoke seemed very professional: "You should do things with money."
Caroline was quite disappointed. Regret: “I don’t know when the next opportunity to make money like this will be.”
Hoke reminded: “It depends on whether you can find the opportunity.”
Caroline was worried for a while: "When you can't make money, you worry. When you make money, you find that you have more worries."
"There is something wrong with your head." Hawke took a sip of coffee and said: "When people are hungry, they have only one worry. When they are full, they have countless worries. They are all sustained by being full."
Carlo Lin was angry: "Hillbilly, you don't understand high-end pursuits at all." She took out the money and put it on the table: "I'll pay for it, bye."
Hoke drank coffee leisurely.
Caroline went out and got into her red Mercedes-Benz, drove to Rodeo Drive, and parked the car in front of the Hermès store.
She held her head high, entered the store, and said to the counter sister: "Where are the new season limited edition bags?"
The counter sister smiled and said: "Ms. Jones, your quota is not enough."
Caroline smiled confidently: "I am here to scan the goods today."
The counter sister was even more Enthusiasm: "Please go this way."
The $60,000 she just earned gave Caroline enough confidence.
Nearly an hour later, the counter sister carried four handbags and sent Caroline to the car.
Caroline put away her things and went to Chanel and Cartier in front to shop.
Exquisite life requires money to maintain.
On the other side, Hawke left the coffee shop and called Johnson: "Do you have time? Let's go to the Arter Mountain Shooting Range to play guns."
Johnson said: "I have time tomorrow, otherwise tomorrow."
"Okay, tomorrow." Hawke called Edward again.
The latter said: "Boss, the gun license class will wait a moment. I have important matters here." Hawke did not force it: "You go about your business first."
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Brentwood School, a private elementary school.
Edward drove a second-hand business car and followed a Bentley to the school gate.
Deborah parked the car, opened the back door, helped her son carry his schoolbag, and warned: "Go quickly, I will pick you up after school in the afternoon."
The little boy was silent and walked in alone The school gate.
Deborah got in the car and left.
Not long after, the little boy carrying a schoolbag quietly came out of the school and walked alone along the sidewalk toward the distance.
Edward followed him not too far away.
The little boy came to the entrance of Brentwood Park, turned in, walked along the gravel path to the artificial lake, picked up the stones on the ground, and threw them into the water as hard as he could.
He was obviously unhappy. He threw stones for a while, took off his shoes, sat on the granite by the lake, and kicked the water with his feet.
Edward realized that the opportunity had come, walked over quickly, and grabbed the little boy: "Hey, hey, don't play in the water here, it's very dangerous."
The little boy struggled: "I don't want you No matter what!"
Edward saw the schoolbag put aside and said, "Where are your parents? Or did you come here alone?"
The little boy shouted: "It has nothing to do with you."
"Tell me your parents' phone number." Edward looked serious: "You are not a student of Brentwood School, are you? If you don't tell me, I just I can call the police or notify your school.”
He picked up a flat stone and threw it into the water. The stone jumped seven or eight times on the water.
The little boy's eyes lit up: "Wow, you are so awesome."
Edward said: "Want to learn?"
The little boy took the lead.
Edward took the opportunity and said: "Tell me your name and your parents' contact information."
"My name is Indio Downey. Do you promise to teach me?"
"I promise."
Edward got a phone number and called: "Hello, madam, I saw your son Indio at the artificial lake in Brentwood Park."
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After more than ten minutes, Deborah hurried to the park lake and found her son playing with a handsome black boy.
The two of them talked and laughed and got along very well.
Deborah paused for a moment. Her son had not been so happy for a long time since Donnie's death.
Edward saw Deborah, patted Indio on the shoulder and pointed over there.
The smile on Indio's face disappeared instantly, he picked up his schoolbag and walked towards this side.
Edward waved at him and turned around to leave.
“This is Mr.” Deborah stopped him: “Thank you for your call.”
Edward smiled: “It’s okay, I’m walking this way and I happened to meet him. Indio."
The little boy pulled Deborah's clothes: "Mom, can I be here again? Want to play here for a while?" He looked at Edward eagerly: "You promised to teach me, I haven't learned it yet."
Deborah hadn't seen her son so happy for a long time, and nodded slightly. She looked at Edward: "Sir, can I delay you for a while?"
Edward said: "I will definitely do what I promised."
Indio took him to the lake to play in the water.
Deborah stood beside me.
Edward used Indio as a medium and quickly became familiar with Deborah, and the two exchanged contact information before leaving.
Indio made an appointment with Edward and will come back here on the weekend.
Deborah agreed for the sake of her son.
Edward took the first step to success.
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Santa Clara County, San Jose Jail.
Henry, whose arms were covered with tattoos, came out of the prison to visit and got into the Cherokee parked on the roadside.
Pedro, the driver, asked: "How are Luis and Puyol doing there?"
Henry fastened his seat belt: "The four of them received special care."
Pedro misunderstood: "How are you doing?"
"The information I got is correct. "The relationship between the West Coast Studio and the LAPD is unusual." Henry sighed: "Louis and the others are all in the same cell. Those old black men don't care if they get emotional."
He pounded hard. After getting out of the car: "There are two old black men who torment them every night!"
Pedro's eyes widened in shock: "God Jesus!"
Henry said: "Let's go back to Los Angeles." He thought for a while and ordered: "Louis and the others have resisted all charges and are not implicated. Go back to the gang, get some of the money, and send it to their homes."
Pedro started the car and asked: "They are treated like this, don't we help them find justice?"
< br>"Get justice?" Although Henry He is not the boss of the El Chapo Gang, but he is also a senior member. He is certainly not a fool to be able to get to this point: "To really talk about this matter, it lies in the West Coast Studio and Fox TV Channel 11. The former colluded with the LAPD, which directly led to Louis They fill them with beer and milk every day, and the latter...that's Fox, he can kill us with just one breath!"
Pedro, a low-level boy, does not have Henry's vision and insight, and he is very loyal! .
He didn't dare to kill people or cause havoc. Louis and others were the best lessons.
He didn’t want to go in and have physical communication with the old black men.
But he is good at disgusting people.
(End of this chapter)