Darkstone Code
Chapter 254 - 0252 Impulse, lend a hand, love to make friends

Chapter 254: 0252 Impulse, lend a hand, love to make friends

Lynch closed the door, cutting off the connection between the bedroom and the corridor security. The enclosed space provided Vera with a significant sense of safety, visibly relaxing her slightly, although she still shook a little.

Lynch walked over and held her hand. The warmth from his palm made Vera feel much better, but her expression was pained, "Why did things become this way? What are they searching for now? I’ve already given them everything!"

She looked at Lynch, seeking the reason behind everything she was enduring.

Lynch was silent for a while, thinking it best to tell her, "The state prosecutor plans to charge you with ’concealment/fabrication of evidence’ when prosecuting others."

"I wasn’t sure whether to tell you, but now it seems you should be mentally prepared."

Upon hearing this, Vera was utterly stunned. She couldn’t comprehend why something she considered completely unrelated to any crime could potentially make her... a criminal?

"It’s ridiculous!", she didn’t know how to express herself and could only give Lynch’s statement a fair evaluation.

Lynch shook his head slightly, "Actually, it’s not ridiculous. Some things just need to have such an outcome!" He patted Vera’s hand, "You rest for a while, I’ll talk to the people outside..."

He had just released her hand when Vera grabbed his back, looking at Lynch with a pitiful expression and pleading eyes, holding onto his hand as if she didn’t want him to leave.

Lynch turned and embraced her lightly, "Don’t worry, I won’t leave, I’m just going to understand some other situations."

Vera eventually let go, and Lynch stepped out of the room and headed outside the community. He found a phone booth and made several calls, and soon Ferrari appeared before him in a car.

After Lynch got in, Ferrari drove the car into the parking lot across the road, and the two sat in the car talking.

"Honestly, you’re different from the Lynch I pictured!" Ferrari rolled the window down halfway, took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to Lynch, and lit one for himself, "You should be more rational, this surprises me!"

In Ferrari’s impression, Lynch was a profit-driven gentleman, which may sound awkward, but it accurately described Lynch’s traits.

He often displayed a gentlemanly demeanor, noticing small details, never swearing, always polite, and could remain calm and steady at any moment, leaving no room for criticism.

But he was also a bastard, often forcing people to make the choice they least wanted, leaving them unsure of how to face him.

Lynch appeared very calm, with a slight smile on his face, his gaze fixed on the burning cigarette tip at his fingertips, the flame’s traces continuously eroding, as if it would never stop given enough distance.

"From a rational standpoint, I shouldn’t meddle in this matter. My company has no issues with its accounts, I haven’t slept with that woman, and I pay her a higher salary than others every month..."

Lynch said, taking a puff, accelerating the spread of the flame marks. After the smoke made a round in his chest cavity, he exhaled, shaking his head, "But you know, we’re all human. It’s impossible for people to be absolutely rational. If someone can achieve that, they’re certainly not human."

"We all know the importance of learning, the importance of abiding by laws, the importance of hard work..." he turned his wrist, "Our rationality tells us what should or shouldn’t be done, but our lives are evidently not that rational."

"Ignoring her is simple; just hang up the phone and pretend nothing happened, but what will happen to her?"

Ferrari fell into silence. Many people who are unaware of the situation in women’s prisons think they might be better than men’s, at least the aggression among women is not as strong.

This perception is based solely on lack of understanding of women’s prisons. In reality, female inmates in prisons are far more frenzied than males, engaging in more frightening acts than the men.

Not to mention that the guards in women’s prisons are mainly male, with a few females assisting, which means that women’s prisons are rife with various sexual dominance and abuse issues.

Most ordinary women do not fare well after entering prison; they may become the playthings for the guards, the little pets of others in the cell, stripped even of their basic dignity, ultimately leading to their demise.

Societal discrimination against women results in some issues never receiving proper attention. Years ago, there were even cases of female prisoners getting pregnant in some women’s prisons, not just one, and there were scandals involving a Prison Director letting female inmates work as escorts, though such news received little response from society.

People lack empathy for those women, only thinking they deserve it.

If someone like Vera enters, she might go crazy or die before the day of her release.

Lynch could look at a cold number on a report with the same detachment as a mayor observing the bloody reality behind it. Indifference, neglect, it was simple.

But sometimes he would soften, become somewhat irrational.

Lynch turned to Ferrari, "I can’t do that. I hope to live well for myself and I hope everyone around me lives well too, so I must reach out."

"Perhaps what I’m losing are some people’s opportunities, but what I’m saving is a life, a person’s life."

The conversation suddenly became heavy, and Lynch quickly broke the heavy atmosphere with a smile, "So, doesn’t it suddenly make you feel like I’m actually quite noble?"

Ferrari laughed unrestrainedly, "You’re really an unpredictable guy..." he paused, "Do you remember the guy I told you about last time, the Governor’s Chief of Staff?"

Lynch quickly recalled the person, and nodded at the gentleman, "Mr. Adelaide."

Ferrari confirmed this, "Yes, Adelaide, he’s the Chief of Staff for the Governor’s staff, and also has an extraordinary relationship with the Governor. If he could say a word, this matter could be resolved, but you should know, getting him to speak up is not an easy task."

Ferrari’s expression conveyed the unsaid; persuading someone of the Chief of Staff’s level to speak would require quite a bit of resources.

Lynch didn’t speak. He was silent for about half a minute, before stubbing out his cigarette, "So how much do you think I need to spend to resolve this?"

Ferrari pondered for a moment, "This isn’t about money. If money could make him work for you, he would no longer be beside the Governor." After saying this, Ferrari paused, "I heard you were invited to the President’s inauguration celebration. If you could make a favorable impression on the President, maybe it would just take a word."

"But to prevent the possibility that your performance isn’t outstanding..." Ferrari took out a business card holder, retrieved a card from it, and handed it to Lynch, which only had a name and a phone number on it, nothing more.

"He’s a very special guy. He has one advantage; as long as there is money, he can do many things for you, but if it’s not necessary, it’s best not to contact him. He’s a greedy devil!" Ferrari’s tone was full of disdain.

This gave Lynch some understanding, "A lobbyist?" he asked, and Ferrari nodded in agreement.

After putting away the business card, Lynch went to open the car door. He had spent enough time here, and just as he was standing outside the car, closing the door, ready to leave, Ferrari suddenly called out to him and asked a question he himself felt was somewhat impulsive.

"Lynch, if one day I need your help, would you reach out?"

Lynch turned back to look at him, casually brushing off his coat, "Of course!" he smiled, shook his head and turned around, crossing the street to enter the community.

Sitting in the car, Ferrari lit another cigarette. He actually felt Lynch had no reason to do this, but for some reason, Lynch’s decision gave him a very special feeling. He couldn’t quite describe it, but it definitely wasn’t bad!

Back at the house, the police were preparing to leave. During the short time Lynch was gone, the police station had reasoned that a suspected criminal activity had suddenly occurred nearby, necessitating immediate support from nearby personnel, including the police officers in Vera’s room.

Everyone actually knew how these little tricks occurred, but they wouldn’t speak of it.

After the police had left, the middle-aged male investigator of the two investigators smiled and said, "Mr. Lynch, your means are very clever."

Lynch did not let the police go back to the police station embarrassedly nor did he disgrace them in person, but instead had them go support the nearby incident.

Even if it was a wild goose chase, it could only be seen as a "false alarm," and no one could say Lynch made them leave. He preserved his own dignity without causing the police too much embarrassment; this was quite rare.

To know that some people always liked to put their dissatisfaction in the open for everyone to see, those people were foolish, they would harm others and themselves too.

Lynch politely smiled, then walked to the bar as if he were in his own home, poured himself a drink, and looked at the two, "Wine, coffee, or juice?" Not waiting for a response, he reminded, "I don’t know how to use the coffee machine or the juicer, if you want them, you’ll have to help yourself."

This brought a smile to the faces of both investigators, as no one dislikes interacting with someone with a sense of humor. The male investigator laughed and said, "Although we have rules prohibiting drinking on duty..."

He glanced at the young female investigator beside him, "But why not?"

This was the privilege of senior FBI investigators, many of the handbook rules no longer constrained them much, granting them more autonomy in operations.