"MUCHO DINERO NO ES BUENO"

"MUCHO DINERO NO ES BUENO"

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Es un día simple como cualquier otro y yo simplemente sentado en la silla de mi escritorio y viendo todo mi gran despacho.Cuando de repente toca mi secretaria y me dice:(sorprendida) jefe tiene un nuevo caso sobre la muerte de un maestro de secundaria en guadalajara en el cual culpan a su cliente Israel ,al localizar y llegar al destino con mi cliente lo saludo y se encontraba en un estado de estrés en el cual me dice: !!yo no lo mate!!(enojado) y que el solo vio el asesinato de su profesor.Todo Empezó el caso a las 4:06 para ser exactos mi cliente demostraba un miedo fuerte tal cual se le reflejaba en su rostro.Mi cliente Israel paso a declarar y el solo dijo: yo no lo matee (tranquilo),Repente se desmayo y por lo tanto el caso quedo cancelado hasta nueva fecha. Al estar yo tan interesado en el caso investigue que Israel y amigos vendían droga en la secundaria Israel con solo 16 años a un en 3 de secundaria por lo cual se le culpaba ya de indisciplina agresiva,El vendía su droga para sacar unos cuantos miles de pesos ,sus amigos lo engañaron diciéndole que el maestro de español les debía un dinero de la droga que supuesta mente el les había comprado.Israel fue con su profesor ah cobrarle el dinero,pero el maestro se negó a pagar algo que el no debía en eso según mis informe Israel saco un arma blanca haciendo varias heridas a su profesor dejándolo desangrado... llego el día del nuevo juicio y el juez sin dejar hablar a Israel se le acuso de homicidio clasificado y venta de estupefacientes lo cual le dieron cadena perpetua, Israel no dijo nada solo llorando por el dolor que le ah hecho a su familia y familia del maestro que a asesino,Su madre llorando solo se acerco a despedirse de el."pero el saco una pistola y con la desesperación de saber que el hizo todo eso, disparo hiriendo a un policía y después el se arrebato la vida al saber que toda su vida seria detrás de unas rejas"...
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