pertwk Chapter 72 Self-funded Investigation
Chapter 72 Self-funded Investigation
"Luca Sutton did not answer the question, which basically confirms that his private lawyer, Gregory Chandler, is problematic. We can follow this line of investigation."
"However, I need to take care of some personal matters before I can continue the investigation."
"Okay, thank you, I'll do it as soon as possible."
Danielle, who had already returned to Miami Police Headquarters, hung up the phone and got out of her car.
It took him five minutes to get from the parking lot to the director's office.
It took her almost ten minutes to finally decide to knock on the door.
"Ding ding."
Finally, she raised her hand and knocked on the frosted glass window of the door.
"Please come in."
Miami Police Chief Frank Cooper's voice came from inside the door.
As Danielle pushed open the door and went inside, Flint, who was signing documents, closed the folder in his hand, stood up from behind his desk, and took the initiative to step forward and gently embrace Danielle.
"Daniel, you've finally taken the time out of your busy schedule to visit your poor uncle."
"Promise me you'll come to your uncle's house for dinner tonight, okay?"
Danielle pursed her lips and gently pushed Flint away.
Her actions startled Flin, but Danielle directly voiced her question.
"Uncle, about Alan Mitchell's case... how did you manage to recover so much stolen money?"
Fulin looked completely bewildered.
"Alan Mitchell..."
He repeated the name once, then suddenly realized what it meant.
"You mean that conman? I'd almost forgotten about him."
As he spoke, Flint picked up the coffee pot and gently shook it at Danielle.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Please tell me, Uncle."
Danielle pressed on with persistent questions.
Without saying anything more, Fulin poured Danielle a cup of coffee and handed it to her.
Danielle instinctively took it and said "thank you".
Flint calmly turned around and poured himself another drink, while answering Danielle's question in a nonchalant manner.
"Alan Mitchell... he was a complete fraud, but I have to admit, he was a good husband."
"His car overturned, and his pregnant wife was trapped in the passenger seat. In order to get our help, he confessed everything."
At this point, Fulin raised his coffee and took a sip, then sighed with emotion.
"Of course, looking at it from another angle, if he hadn't become a conman but had instead found an honest job, his wife wouldn't have had to suffer like this with him."
"Therefore, he can only be considered a good husband in the present context, not a truly good husband."
Everything sounded perfectly reasonable, but after being "taught" or rather "tortured" by Levi, Danielle no longer wanted to be as reckless and naive as before. Instead, she instantly grasped the key point in Flint's words.
How did Alan Mitchell's car flip?
"It was mentioned in the report, don't you remember?"
Fulin, holding a coffee cup, leaned against his desk, looking surprised.
"During his escape, Alan Mitchell retrieved a Glock 19 from his vehicle and attempted to fire it to impede police pursuit. On-site commander Flin Cooper authorized pursuing officers to use a vehicle-stopping tactic, forcing Alan Mitchell's vehicle toward the guardrail."
"But Alan Mitchell drove his vehicle violently into the road and attempted to flee. This caused the guardrail to break, and the suspect, Alan Mitchell, and his wife, Clara Halls, tumbled down the cliff with the vehicle."
Danielle recited the report verbatim.
According to the report, the police had almost no problems throughout the entire process.
The only potentially controversial issue is whether the vehicle stoppage was excessive.
However, the report simply stated, "Alan Mitchell drove his vehicle into the scene violently and attempted to flee," thus smoothing over the controversy and making it appear as a "reluctant choice by the police."
Therefore, Danielle had never doubted it before.
But now, Luca Sutton has given her a point of contention that was never mentioned in the report.
"Under the direction of Flin Cooper, officers at the scene spent thirty-five minutes rescuing Clara Halls and taking her to the hospital."
"Clara Halls died en route to the hospital."
Danielle recited another section of the report, followed by a question.
"Uncle, please tell me the total time for the rescue and transport to the hospital. It took a total of thirty-five minutes."
"The rescue alone took about thirty-five minutes."
Fulin put down his coffee cup, pinched his chin, and made a gesture of reminiscing.
A minute later, he told Danielle with certainty.
"The rescue and transport to the hospital took a total of thirty-five minutes."
Danielle also put down her coffee cup.
Then, she posed a math problem at the level of an elementary school student.
"It takes fifteen minutes to get from the scene of the incident to the nearest hospital, but considering the reality, twenty minutes should be enough."
"That means the rescue took fifteen minutes."
"However, according to the on-site investigation report, it only takes five minutes to open the car door and carry out the rescue using the tools provided in the police car."
"Excuse me, where did the remaining ten minutes go?"
"Can you tell me?"
Danielle looked directly into Flint's eyes and called out softly.
"uncle."
"Reports are reports, and reality is reality. At the time, Clara Halls was stuck in the passenger seat. We couldn't use the standard hard-break method. We had to cut open the twisted and deformed passenger door little by little with hydraulic shears, like opening a can. The whole process took about fifteen minutes."
"So, do you have any more questions?"
"Then why didn't you describe the rescue process in the report, but only mentioned it briefly?"
Danielle continued to question her.
Fulin remained calm.
"Daniel, haven't you ever written an action report?"
"The purpose of the report is to ensure the smooth passage of the case and the completion of the legal procedures."
"So, as long as the prosecutor agrees, it doesn't matter whether these minor details are written down or not."
Flinn didn't say anything, but to Danielle, her uncle had essentially told her the "truth" in a roundabout way.
"I've written countless reports, but I can guarantee that every single one of them was clear enough."
Danielle stood up and walked towards the door.
Don't forget to come to my house for dinner tonight.
Fulin's voice came from behind.
Danielle paused for a moment as she gripped the doorknob.
"Chief Cooper, I will request a reinvestigation of Alan Mitchell's case."
As she turned the doorknob, Fulin spoke again.
"Then I'll tell you the result now—in my capacity as the Miami Police Chief, I do not approve it."
"You don't need to submit application reports anymore, saving taxpayers' money."
Danielle pushed open the door and left, leaving behind a single sentence.
"I will buy the paper and ink myself."