"TSK, TSK, TSK."
Looking at the two freshly arrived bodies, Holz couldn't help but smack his lips.
He looked at Dean with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Dean, can you tell me how you did it? I'm willing to pay tuition!"
Standing before the body of the female lawyer who had died with her eyes open, Dean spoke righteously, "Holz, I must remind you, your words amount to slander against a 'detective who has worked tirelessly for the physical and mental health of the citizens of Los Angeles'! You've hurt his heart!"
"Physical and mental health?"
Holz was amused by Dean's shamelessness. "Then how do you explain titles like 'Walking Artillery' and 'Headshot Detective'?"
"Destroying the filthy bodies of criminals and filling the empty hearts of innocent ladies. Is there a problem?"
Faced with such bulletproof thick skin, Holz raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, I'm just curious why a cowardly pedophile would choose to shoot the female lawyer who could have gotten him off the hook."
