The trial turned into a farce and bloody accusation, which made Clyde's case become a sensational news in America. Even William, who wanted to see Clyde today, was worried.
If the media found out that he went to see Clyde, there would be a good show to watch.
Lying in his home on the Upper East Side of New York, William looked at the smug Clyde through the virtual imaging system and sighed in his heart. This bastard was really smart. He knew how to make a big deal out of it.
As a world-famous person, he definitely wouldn't dare to see him again. He couldn't even interfere with his revenge. Otherwise, as long as there were any clues, he would definitely be annoyed to death by the media.
And there was another point. Clyde publicly admitted to killing two people and described how he killed them to the public. It was definitely first-degree murder.
Plus, he directly signed a confession in court. The people who wanted to kill him definitely wouldn't be in a hurry to kill him because New York had the death penalty. Although it was rarely used or even not used, once it was first-degree murder, the death penalty would still be used.
You see, this bastard Clyde only made a big scene in court. Not only did he humiliate the judge who had a grudge against him, the chief prosecutor, but he also made William, an unknown person, very cautious.
He was also temporarily safe under the strict guard of the prison guards.
"Is there a video of the trial this morning?" William asked Sunday.
"There are internal videos, but they won't be released to the public."
"Since this bastard Clyde wants to use the media's influence, then we'll help him." William narrowed his eyes and muttered, "If you want to be famous so much, then let's make you famous all over the world."
"Understood, sir."
With Sunday around, the video and audio of the trial quickly appeared anonymously on major TV stations. The old American TV stations shamelessly released the trial video at noon.
It was impossible for all the people involved in the video to not be famous. In just one afternoon, there were voices in society calling for Clyde Shelton to be severely punished.
At the same time, Judge Roberts, Nick and his boss, Bruce McCall, were also well-known all over America.
While people were calling for Clyde to be severely punished, they were also calling for a thorough investigation of the murder of Clyde's wife and daughter ten years ago.
For a time, everyone in the New York judicial system was suppressed by the whole society. The mayor summoned all the people in charge in the afternoon.
It was said that when these people in charge came out, they were all dejected. When they returned to their own territory, not only did their subordinates not get off work, even those who were on vacation were all called back.
Because they only had three days to thoroughly investigate the case from ten years ago, or else they would resign.
At nine o'clock the next morning, Nick Reese, who had been called in for questioning as soon as he went to work, was suddenly summoned by telephone to the Bilton Penitentiary, where Clyde, who was awaiting a second trial, had informed the warden,
He had Bill Reynolds, the lawyer who had defended Clarence Dobbie ten years before, and Clyde wanted Bill Reynolds's life in exchange for Nick Reese's.
As soon as Nick entered the cage interrogation room, he was about to turn off the surveillance when he was stopped by the internal investigators of the prosecution department who followed behind him.
"This is?" Clyde, who still didn't know that what he had said and done in the trial had been exposed by the media, looked at Nick strangely.
It would have been better if he didn't mention it, but once he did, Nick couldn't help but scold, "F * ck you, bastard, thanks to you and the media, not only am I now famous all over the country, last night my daughter even questioned me for the first time since she was sensible, why didn't I lock up the person who killed your wife and daughter forever?"
"Thank you, thank your daughter for me. I didn't expect her to understand what justice is and what the human heart is better than you at the age of ten," Clyde suddenly apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent that video to Denise."
"How do you know my daughter's name is Denise?" Nick Reese stood up directly and grabbed Clyde's collar, "How do you know my daughter's name is Denise?"
"Oh, oh, oh," Clyde let Nick grab his collar, and the prison guard who was watching from the side quickly went forward to pull the agitated Nick away.
"Relax, Nick, if I wanted to harm your family, I had plenty of opportunities and time in the past ten years," Clyde smiled and looked at Nick, who was being hugged.
"Not only do I know your daughter's name is Denise, but I also know your wife's name is Cass. Since Denise was three years old, as long as I was in the United States, I would often see her being sent to school by Cass. Nick, I watched your daughter grow up, and although I didn't have any contact with her, I know everything about her."
"F * ck you, bastard, f * ck you, bastard," Nick was frightened by Clyde's words. This bastard had been watching his family for seven years, and he didn't even notice it at all.
If Clyde was more ruthless, then he would have suffered the same fate as this bastard.
Thinking of this, Nick couldn't help but raise his leg to kick Clyde, but unfortunately, there were two prison guards who were as strong as bears standing behind him.
After a long while, Nick finally calmed down under the comforting of the prison guards and his colleagues. He broke free from the prison guards' hands, gritted his teeth and stared at Clyde, "Then should I thank you for letting my family go?"
"You're welcome. You should thank God for giving you an angel. Denise reminds me of my daughter," Clyde laughed.
However, Nick didn't dare to believe the crazy Clyde at this moment. God knew what he was thinking. "I've heard enough of your nonsense. Now, tell me, what do you want to trade?"
"I want to eat a 20 ounce filet mignon from Field Restaurant at one o'clock in the afternoon. I want fries, pumpkin cream, spaghetti, and asparagus as side dishes."
"F * ck your fries," Nick stood up and walked out of the interrogation room. When he came to the prison office, he saw his boss, Bruce Mike, who looked haggard. "Are you okay? Mike? "
"Don't worry, I'm already 61 years old, and I've been in this job for 41 years. What haven't I seen before?" Bruce Mike laughed. "Also, we do everything according to the rules. If there's a problem, it's a problem with the legal provisions. If there's no regulation, it's not considered a violation."
"I hope so," Nick shook his head. "Are you sure Lawyer Bill Reynolds has gone missing?"
"Yes, we've already contacted Lawyer Bill Reynolds's wife and confirmed that he went missing three days ago," Bruce Mike didn't care about Nick's attitude. He had encountered this situation 20 years ago.
He patted Nick's shoulder. "It's not hard to make a choice, but it's hard to bear the consequences of your choice. So, I don't think our choice 10 years ago was wrong.
Because if we didn't make a deal with Clarence Dobby, then he and Rupert Meeker would have been acquitted. Nick, according to the current regulations, what we did wasn't good enough. However, 10 years ago, we could only do that. If Clyde Shelton wants to blame someone, then blame the judicial provisions from 10 years ago. "
"Judicial provisions?" Nick suddenly had a vague idea in his mind. That bastard Clyde came in himself and admitted his guilt. Was it for the entire judicial system?
Nick was shocked when he thought of this.
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