Lynch closed the door, cutting off the connection between the bedroom and the corridor. The enclosed space provided Vivian with a strong sense of security. Through the naked eye, he could see that her whole body was slightly relaxed, but she was still trembling.
Lynch walked over and held her hand. The warmth of his palm made Vivian feel much better. She looked a little pained. "How did things turn out like this? What are they searching for? I've already given them everything!"
She looked at Lin Qi, wanting to know the reason why she had to go through all this.
Lynch was silent for a while and felt that it was best to tell her. "The state's attorney intends to charge you with the crime of 'concealing and falsifying evidence'."
"I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but now it seems that I should let you be mentally prepared."
Vivian was stunned when she heard this. She didn't understand why something that had nothing to do with breaking the law would make her a potential … criminal?
"That's funny!"
She didn't know how to express it, so she could only give Lynch's statement a fair comment.
Lynch shook his head slightly. "Actually, it's not funny. It's just that some things need to end like this!"
He patted Vivian's hand. "You rest for a while, I'll talk to the people outside …"
As soon as he let go, Vivian grabbed his hand. She looked at Lynch with a pitiful expression and pleading eyes. She held his hand as if she didn't want him to leave.
Lynch turned around and hugged her. "Don't worry, I won't leave. I'm just going to find out more about the situation."
In the end, Vivian let go of his hand. After Lynch left the room, he walked out of the community. He found a phone booth and made a few calls. Soon after, Ferral appeared in front of him in his car.
After Lynch got into the car, Filar drove the car into the parking lot across the road. The two sat in the car and talked.
"To be honest, you're not the Lynch I remember!"
Filar rolled down the window a little. He took out a cigarette box, handed one to Lynch, and lit one for himself. "You should be more rational. This is beyond my expectations!"
In Filar's impression, Lynch was a profit-seeking bastard gentleman. It might sound awkward, but it accurately described Lynch's characteristics.
Most of the time, he behaved like a gentleman. He would pay attention to some small details. He never cursed and was very polite. He could be very calm and steady at any time. His calm attitude made it impossible for people to find fault with him.
But this guy was also a bastard. He always made people choose the last thing they wanted to choose. People didn't know how to face him.
Lynch was very calm. There was a slight smile on his face. His eyes were locked on the burning cigarette between his fingers. The trace of the flame was constantly eroding. It was as if it would never stop as long as it was given enough distance.
"From a rational point of view, I really shouldn't care about this matter. There's nothing wrong with my company's accounts. I didn't sleep with that woman, and I still have to pay her a higher salary than others every month …"
Lynch took a puff as he spoke. The speed at which the flame spread immediately became faster. The smoke circled in his chest before he exhaled. He shook his head. "But you know, we are all human. Humans can't be absolutely rational. If someone can do this, then he is definitely not human.
"We all know the importance of learning. We all know the importance of obeying the law. We all know the importance of hard work …" He flipped his wrist. "Our rationality allows us to know a lot of things we should or shouldn't do. But our lives are obviously not that rational.
"I don't care about her. It's very simple. I just need to hang up the phone and pretend nothing happened. But what will happen to her?"
Ferrar fell into silence. In fact, many people who didn't know much about the female prison would think that the situation in the female prison was better than the male prison. At least, the women were not as aggressive.
This perception was based on people's lack of understanding of the female prison. In fact, the degree of madness of female prisoners in prison was far greater than that of the men. The things they did were scarier than the things the men did.
Not to mention, the guards in the female prison were mainly men, with a small number of women as support. This also meant that the female prison was filled with all kinds of problems of domination and abuse.
Most ordinary women would not have a good time after entering prison. They might become the toys of the prison guards or the pets of others in the prison. They might even be stripped of their most basic dignity, and in the end, they would be destroyed.
Society's discrimination against women had led to some problems that people had never taken seriously. A few years ago, there had been the problem of a female prisoner becoming pregnant. There had even been news that the warden had asked female prisoners in the women's prison to be recruited, but these news did not have much of a reaction in society.
People did not sympathize with those women. They only felt that they deserved it.
If an ordinary woman like Vera was sent to prison, she might not be able to survive until the day she was released. She might go crazy or die.
Lynch could look at the bloody reality behind the cold numbers on a report like a mayor. It was simple to be indifferent and ignore.
But sometimes, he would be soft-hearted and irrational.
Lynch turned to look at Ferrar. "I can't do that. I hope that I can live well, and I hope that everyone around me can live well, so I have to reach out."
"Maybe for me, I'm throwing away a chance for someone, but I'm saving a life, a person's life."
The topic suddenly became heavy. Lynch quickly broke the heavy atmosphere with a smile. "How is it? Do you suddenly feel that I'm actually quite noble?"
Ferrar laughed impudently. "You're really an unexpected guy …" He paused. "Do you remember the guy I told you about last time? He's the chief of staff of the governor."
Lynch quickly recalled this person. He thought of him as a gentleman. He nodded. "Mr. Adelaide."
Ferrar confirmed this point. "Yes, Adelaide. He's the chief of staff of the governor's staff. At the same time, he has a special relationship with the governor. If he can say something, this matter can be solved. But you have to know that it's not easy to get him to speak."
Ferrar's expression had already expressed what he did not say. It would take a lot of resources to get someone like the governor's chief of staff.
Lynch did not speak. He was silent for about half a minute before he put out the cigarette. "So how much do you think I need to spend to solve this matter?"
Ferrar thought for a moment. "This has nothing to do with money. If you can use money to get him to do things for you, he would have left the governor's side long ago."
Ferrar was silent for a moment after he finished speaking. "I heard that you've been invited to attend the inauguration celebration of Mr. President. If you can perform well in front of the president, maybe it's just a matter of saying a word."
"But in case you don't perform well …" Ferrar took out a business card and handed it to Lynch. There was only a name and a phone number on it. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"This is a very special guy. He has one advantage. As long as you have money, he can do a lot of things for you. But if it's not necessary, it's best not to contact him. He's a greedy devil!"
Ferrar's tone was full of disdain.
Lynch more or less understood. "A lobbyist?"
He asked. Ferrar nodded in agreement.
Lynch put away the business card and went to open the car door. He had stayed here long enough. Just as he stood outside the car and was about to close the door and leave, Ferrar suddenly called him and asked a question that even he felt was a little impulsive.
"Lynch, if one day I need your help, will you help me?"
Lynch turned around and looked at him. He casually brushed the corner of his shirt. "Of course!"
He smiled and shook his head. He turned around and crossed the road into the neighborhood.
Ferrar, who was sitting in the car, lit another cigarette. In fact, he felt that Lynch didn't have to do this at all. But for some reason, Lynch's decision gave him a very special feeling. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was definitely not bad!
After returning to the house, the police were preparing to leave. Just as Lynch was away, the police station used the reason that there was a sudden suspected crime nearby as an excuse to ask the people nearby to immediately provide support. Of course, this included the police in Vivian's room.
In fact, everyone knew how these little tricks happened, but they wouldn't say it out loud.
After the police left, the middle-aged man of the two detectives smiled and said, "Mr. Lynch, your methods are very clever."
Lynch didn't use his methods to make the police return to the police station with their tails between their legs, nor did he embarrass them in front of them. Instead, he asked them to provide support to the nearby police.
Even if they made a wasted trip, it would only prove that it was a "false alarm." No one could say that it was Lynch who asked them to leave. He kept his dignity and didn't embarrass the police too much. This was very rare.
After all, some people always liked to show their dissatisfaction to others. These people were very stupid. When they hurt others, they hurt themselves.
Lynch smiled politely and then walked to the bar like it was his own home. He poured himself a glass of wine and then looked at the two detectives. "Wine, coffee, or juice?"
Without waiting for a reply, he reminded them, "I don't know how to use the coffee machine and juice machine. If you want to use them first, you'll have to do it yourself."
This made the two detectives smile. No one hated interacting with people with a sense of humor. The male detective smiled and said, "Although we have rules and regulations that don't allow drinking during work …"
He glanced at the young female detective beside him. "But why not?"
This was the power of a high-ranking detective of the Federation's Investigation Bureau. Many of the rules in the handbook didn't restrict them that much. They had more freedom in their actions.