I'm really looking forward to it. What will you choose, Frank?
Lake thought to himself, revealing an interested expression at the same time.
He was genuinely looking forward to it. He wanted to see what choice Frank would make when faced with a corrupt prosecutor who had used the case involving his wife, daughter, and son to line his own pockets.
Would he choose to continue believing that his law was a holy goddess?
Or would he accept this cruel reality and, like a simp coming to his senses, realize that the goddess in his heart was just as cheap in the eyes of certain people as a streetwalker?
Inside the car.
Frank clenched both hands tightly, his eyes seeming ready to spew blood.
He knew that there was a clash of convictions between him and Lake, but he also knew that since Lake had said he had not tampered with this case, then he definitely had not.
At that moment, Frank wished he could grab the head of Thomson, the corrupt prosecutor who had treated his goddess as cheaply as a streetwalker, and stuff it straight into a toilet.
But...
Just as the anger that had been suppressed in Frank's chest for so long was about to erupt, the words spoken by that priest when he had once gone to church with his wife, Maria, resurfaced in his mind.
Actually, Frank had not been a believer at first. But Frank was a very focused person. Because of that focus, he had become the strongest man, standing at the peak of human physical ability.
Yet because of that same focus, he had wanted to have something in common with his wife, Maria. He had not only converted, but had also become the most devout Catholic because of his single-mindedness.
This...