Beauty Behind Justice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

"WAAAAAAAAAA!" Melisa Jonah screamed hysterically when she found a woman's body on the sidewalk of her jogging track.The head of the unidentified woman's body was crushed, with her brains spilled out onto the hard concrete sidewalk, causing Melisa's stomach to churn and make her feel nauseous. People who heard her screams began to gather around the scene.Fortunately, someone took the initiative calling 911 to send police officers to handle the gruesome-looking woman's body.Within minutes, the sirens of police cars and ambulances could be heard wailing in the distance as they approached the scene. Chicago police officers quickly set up yellow police tape to prevent passersby from contaminating the crime scene before it was examined by the forensic team."Ohh ... shit! What did this woman do!?" cursed Sergeant Rodney Bradford, standing beside Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt, who began taking photos of the woman's body."I hope you don't vomit at the scene, Rodney!" Benjamin reminded hi

Emily's apartment door opened after she entered the access code. However, Emily preferred to see who was tapping her shoulder from behind that morning. And it turned out to be..."Good morning, Miss Emily. I brought your bag that you left at the United Center," said Murat, handing Emily the Guess sling bag.Emily accepted it with a friendly smile. "Thank you. Come in first, Murat. We'll leave together later; I think I want to change clothes for a moment," Emily replied without explaining where she had been all night. She entered her unit, followed by her assistant from behind."Well, the storm was terrible last night, and I watched the morning news. We lost another witness for the Henry Crawford case," Emily said as she chose her work clothes from the closet. She opted for a red chiffon blouse and a black knee-length skirt paired with a black blazer.Without wasting any time, Emily put on her work clothes in the bathroom and applied natural makeup. She only powdered her face and appli

"Salute!""DOORRR! DOORRR! DOORR!" The sound of the final salute for the deceased military officers could be heard. This was followed by a volley of rifle shots fired into the sky by the soldiers on duty at the funeral of Ronald Banning and Thomas Simpson, two aides to Prosecutor Emily Rosalyn Carter.The two widows of the officers who had died in the line of duty wept while embracing each other for strength and resilience, having been left behind by their husbands. The sight pierced Emily's heart deeply; innocent lives were being sacrificed like livestock. She felt like lashing out at the Crawford family, who were also attending the military-style funeral. Henry and his father, Senator Gordon Crawford, stood across from Emily.The woman glared at the father and son through the black sunglasses perched on her small, upturned nose. "Bastard!" she muttered softly.She had listened to the recording of the witness interview regarding Henry’s sexual harassment of a female intern and, of

A phone call came in on Emily's cell phone while she was chatting with Russel Banning about an adult content website allegedly run by Henry Crawford. It turned out to be Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt calling her, so Emily immediately answered the call."Hello—" Emily's response was cut short by the other person's words. "Hello, Em. I think you'll be shocked to hear this. I'm at the home of the third witness in the case involving Senator Crawford's son. Cassandra Olivia Barnes is suffering from depression, and her condition is dire. Rodney and I spoke with her parents at the house. You can play the recording of their testimony about the sexual abuse Sandra experienced," Lieutenant Benjamin blurted out without pause. Whether due to his nervousness or the mental strain of taking testimony from a key witness in a major case.Before Emily could say a word, the call was disconnected. She sighed wearily and shrugged her shoulders. A voice recording and several photos were sent to Emily's ph

The windshield wipers of the police car swept away the heavy rain that drenched the glass and blurred Sergeant Rodney Bradford's vision. He didn't dare to drive fast in the bad weather in Chicago. The wind blew the leaves of the trees planted in the green spaces on the right and left sides of the streets of the Windy City. "Rod, stay at my apartment if you want instead of driving all the way home in this bad weather. I also want to review all the evidence and testimony in the Crawford case with you," suggested Lieutenant Benjamin.Sergeant Rodney agreed to his superior's suggestion. He drove toward Arlington Heights. Within half an hour, they finally arrived at Buffalo Tall Tower, Lieutenant Benjamin's apartment. They then went up to the 8th floor carrying a box containing evidence files to be worked on that night."I'll make a pot of coffee. Do whatever you want. Make yourself at home, Rod!" Lieutenant Benjamin took off his boots and headed to the kitchen.The apartment unit was typ