After entering the interrogation room, Luke and Selina just stood in a corner and silently watched the others communicate with Grote.
Mahoney was a capable and resolute young detective. At the age of 26, he had just been promoted to sergeant.
More importantly, he was one of the few detectives in the 15th Precinct who wasn't in cahoots with the criminals, and his life here was a little difficult.
Like Foggy and Matt, he had grown up in the Clinton area, and had different feelings for this place.
It was also because of this that he was able to keep his bottom line and didn't become an illegal police officer.
Under the combined efforts of Foggy and Mahoney, Grote quickly lost his temper and told them a lot of important information.
For example, he had never mentioned that there were rumors among the gang members that the attacker was alone.
For example, Luke had said that the other gangs were suspected to have been attacked by this person.
Sure enough, this Grote wasn't honest.
It wouldn't be an injustice if the attacker really killed him.
After more than ten minutes of questioning, Mahoney went out to take a call. When he returned, he threw Grote a prison uniform and threw him into a separate holding cell as a form of protective custody.
Mahoney then gestured for Foggy and Luke to follow him. He walked to a corner and said in a low voice, "The assistant D.A. said he's coming over to take over the case. You …"
Luke said, "We won't interfere."
Mahoney immediately looked at Foggy. "Once the assistant D.A. proposes a deal, no matter what it is, you'd better agree. Otherwise, if they remember you, your firm won't have a good life in the future."
Foggy said, "I understand. But do you have any information on the attacker? "
Mahoney then looked at Luke and Selina.
"We only learned about the case this morning. We don't know much about the inside story," Luke said with a smile.
Both Foggy and Karen's expressions turned odd at this.
Luke, however, wasn't embarrassed.
He didn't have much of a relationship with Mahoney, and naturally couldn't reveal important information to Mahoney casually.
Mahoney sighed. "Originally, the environment in the Clinton area was much better when the community was rebuilt. Now that there's this kind of murder, I'm afraid everyone's impression of the Clinton area will still be 'Hell's Kitchen.' "
Everyone was silent.
Mahoney sighed before continuing, "Originally, when people hear the word 'hero', they would think of Batman. Seeing Batman and the other "vigilantes" beating up the bad guys on the news was as excited as if the Yankees had hit a home run. Now … Hehe, I'm afraid everyone will have concerns about Hero. This guy made those bad guys bleed all over the streets. The residents don't want another group of imitators like him. "
Foggy smiled bitterly. "But I'm afraid there will only be more and more imitators."
"Black Mask, Old Father, Hit-Girl, Smiley Face, and Black Cat. How many are there? Although most of the imitators are just crazy cosplayers, these 'vigilantes' aren't bringing peace to New York, but more and more public security problems, "Mahoney said, shaking his head.
At this point, he lowered his voice. "Right now, we're divided into two factions. One faction thinks that they've helped us a lot and saved us a lot of manpower. The other faction feels that they are no different from those criminals and should also be arrested. "
At this point, he was a little dispirited.
As a police officer, he was either pinning his hopes on the "vigilantes" or trying to catch "vigilantes." It really made him feel helpless.
At that moment, he saw two people come in from the door and pursed his lips. "The D.A. is here. I still have work to do. Foggy, you go talk to them yourself."
Everybody looked over and saw a man and a woman in typical black office attire walking over.
In the lead was a Hispanic woman in her early forties, and behind her was a black man in his early thirties.
Foggy's expression changed, and he turned to Karen. "How am I dressed? Is there a problem? "
Karen looked him up and down and nodded. "No problem. Why are you suddenly nervous? "
"That's Samantha Reyes, the boss of the office." Luke shook his head. "Foggy, you better be prepared. I'm afraid she's not here to negotiate with you."
Foggy paused in the middle of tidying up his clothes. "Huh?"
Luke said, "I heard that she doesn't like to give face to others. Also, she's changed three assistant district attorneys in two years, and all of them were fired after they made mistakes."
Foggy's face fell. "I've heard that too. Thank you very much."
This kind of evaluation didn't sound like someone who was easy to deal with, not to mention that the other party was the chief district attorney.
Although he said that, he calmed himself down and walked over with a smile on his face.
…
Five minutes later, Selina held back her laughter and whispered in Luke's ear, "Foggy, this little fatty, is quite bold. He even dares to talk back to the chief district attorney? He even called the federal prosecutor for advice. Haha. Reyes's face is about to turn black. "
Luke nodded slightly. "It's still a question mark."
That was indeed the case.
Faced with the smiling Foggy, Chief District Attorney Reyes wasn't interested in listening to his self-introduction at all. After interrupting him, she ordered her assistant to take Grote away.
Yes, she had given the order to her assistant, not to Foggy, as if she was certain that this little lawyer wouldn't dare oppose her.
In the end … she had been slapped in the face.
Sensing that the other party wanted to bypass him and take Grote away, Foggy immediately retaliated.
He took out the law that the district attorney had no right to intervene in witness protection operations and threatened Reyes to report this violation to the federal prosecutor.
Reyes's expression at the time was extremely interesting. Not only was her face dark, it was also filled with doubt and confusion.
She hadn't expected that a rash lawyer would really dare to go against her.
What she had done was definitely illegal, but most lawyers didn't dare go against the chief district attorney, or they would be tormented by the DA's office until they went crazy.
Lawyers in America, the district attorney, and the police were more cooperative than confrontational.
Many lawyers weren't just good at defending, but had deep relationships with these two parties, and could easily do things that other lawyers couldn't.
For example, if a small lawyer couldn't bail someone out, a big lawyer could.
If a small lawyer couldn't reach a plea deal with the district attorney, a big lawyer could.
As long as they paid enough money, a big lawyer could easily get their clients out of the police and the district attorney's office. Furthermore, it was completely legal.
On the other hand, if a lawyer offended the chief district attorney, all the other party had to do was put on the district attorney's office's blacklist, and the lawyer would have to expend all his energy in every case he fought in the future.
Not to mention that most of the district attorneys had close ties with the police department. After all, one of them caught a suspect and the other convicted him, and a lot of police officers were transferred to the district attorney's office.
It was really irrational for Foggy to do this.
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