Chapter 114: The Victim’s Mother’s Own Story

In a hotel room not far from the San Francisco Court…

“Sheriff, do you think the gut-wrenching five will be released?”

Victor leaned against the window and used his hand to open a gap in the shutters. He looked at the dense crowd of protesters lighting torches on the street downstairs and lit a cigarette. Slowly, he said, “I don’t know. Our duty is to uphold the law. The verdict will be announced tomorrow. We still have to appear in court. It’s getting late. Go to bed early.”

The police officer looked at Victor in surprise. According to the people in the police station, Victor had quit smoking for ten years. He had been with Victor for three years and had never seen him smoke a cigarette. What happened today? He was actually smoking!

At this time, in a villa in San Francisco, a group of men surrounded a fat man in a robe. One of them said, “Judge Harriman.”

The fat man in the robe was the chief judge of the San Francisco Court, Harriman. The man continued, “I don’t know who leaked the