After dinner at Emily's apartment, the couple sat on the metal chairs on the balcony. Tonight, the full moon was shining so brightly. It appeared large and round."Is it true, as they say online, that tonight is a supermoon?" Emily remarked, gazing at the brightest object in the night sky, which was a deep blue-black color.Murat, who was deep in thought as he prepared to say goodbye to his beloved, cleared his throat and replied, "Yes, Emily. Astronomers say so. But what difference does it make, and what effect does it have on creatures on Earth?" Hearing Murat's skeptical words, Emily laughed. She replied, "Of course it has an effect on creatures on Earth. However, for us who are more deeply involved in the study of law than astronomy and other celestial bodies, it's clearly not that significant."With a sad expression, Murat said, "Em, I have to say goodbye to you before I leave for my homeland."The news surprised Emily, leaving her momentarily speechless as she tried to compose
"FREEZE ... FREEZE ... FREEZE!!" The shouts of a group of Chicago police officers startled the terrorists who were about to escape with the prisoners, none other than Gordon and Henry Crawford.The two failed escapees raised their hands in surrender to the police. The father and son were soaked in their orange jumpsuits, which read "PRISONER" on the back. All crew members in the helicopter, which had been shot down by Sergeant Rodney Bradford, jumped into the Chicago River. It was the best choice rather than drowning and dying foolishly if they remained in the tilting helicopter. "You are under arrest for attempting to escape with prisoners. And welcome back, Mr. Gordon and Mr. Henry, you failed to escape!" said Lieutenant Myles Rodrigues as he apprehended the criminals surrounded on the banks of the Chicago River.The prisoner transport vehicle, which had been on standby on the highway bridge along the river, quickly filled with prisoners to be transported to the Chicago Police De
"All attendees, please stand!" shouted the court officer who was securing the final trial of the Crawford case that afternoon.Judge Malcom entered the room and sat in his seat of honor. He banged his gavel three times and then calmly began the proceedings. The room was silent due to the tense atmosphere.Following the previous hearing, where the witness and murderer—an accomplice of Gordon Crawford—had been presented, and after the jury's deliberation period, it was now time to announce the results of the jury's deliberations and vote on the case."The jury's deliberations have determined that Mr. Gordon Crawford is guilty of conspiracy to murder several victims, including Miss Cecilia Sommerhalder, Mr. Ronald Banning, Mr. Thomas Simpson, and the Barnes family, as well as many other victims. Therefore, the criminal sentence for this decision is that the defendant is sentenced to 50 years in prison without parole," Judge Malcom stated clearly.Three strikes of the judge's gavel confir
"Let me go! Hey, listen—if you still want to walk free outside of prison, you better not bother me again, Rayden!" Emily said harshly as she struggled in Rayden Dabusche's embrace.The Frenchman furrowed his brow; the word "prison" was a sensitive one that made his ears ring as a criminal. "Why do you want to lock me up, Darling?" Rayden asked curiously.Emily, who had broken free from the man's strong embrace, stepped back to keep her distance from him. She crossed her arms and smiled crookedly, then said, "You've left a trail of your crimes; your information leaked online. I was lucky to get it. Drug trafficking, firearms, and human trafficking. Ckckck ... how terrifying, you disgusting trash!" "What?! Where did you get such nonsense information, Emily? Give me the source!" Rayden demanded, stepping forward to grab the woman's hand. "No! Stay away from me, Cursed Criminal!" Emily hissed, as if she were defiled by Rayden's touch."Was it that Turkish man who told you those lies a
"Emily, the evidence sent to your email address is very important. Can we use it anonymously in court?" Murat said hesitantly after examining the files attached to the beautiful prosecutor's email.While re-reading the contents of the senator's conversation with a man named Doug, as referred to by Gordon Crawford, she drew a conclusion. "Murat, this man is the murderer of Cecilia Sommerhalder. This screenshot must have been created by the man himself," Emily said. She felt she needed to discuss this with Judge Malcom and Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt tomorrow morning."It seems you're right, Emily. Do you want to reply to this email and request a meeting with the man?" Murat asked anxiously, staring at Emily's tired face, where dark circles were clearly visible under her beautiful hazel eyes."I'll consult with Lieutenant Ben and Judge Malcom first. The evidence I've received is likely strong enough to be used in Senator Crawford's trial," Emily replied wisely.Then Murat hugged his b
"Damian, I don't think we'll have any trouble getting an acquittal at the upcoming trial!" said Senator Crawford, who had been suspended from office, in the temporary detention visiting room.His trusted lawyer, Damian Lockheart, agreed with the man's arrogant statement. He did feel confident after Brent and Louis' testimony had eased his client's position earlier."There's no harm in hoping that the prosecution won't find any more evidence or witnesses!" Damian replied with a cheerful laugh.Then Senator Crawford quietly accepted a small phone from behind his lawyer's palm as they shook hands. "Thanks, Damian. This is what I needed. You can go now!" the man said before police officers escorted him back to the temporary detention cell before he officially became an inmate at the Illinois state prison.In a dimly lit bar, Douglas Archer was enjoying a glass of Carlsberg beer while listening to the news about Senator Gordon Crawford's trial. The media predicted that the case would be ru