“Elena?!
My God, what happened to her?”
The middle-aged black woman—the director of the children’s home—almost cried out Elena’s name. When she stared at the photo of the female corpse in Bruce’s hand, she froze.
Bruce gave Morray a look.
The latter immediately understood, putting aside his usual carefree demeanor, and spoke in a low, steady voice: “Last night, her body was found in a small forest.”
“Oh, my God...” The woman covered her mouth, backing away while emitting a barely audible moan, as if the air in the room had suddenly frozen.
Once the emotions had settled slightly, Bruce finally asked about Elena's background.
Elena, 28 years old, an orphan, single, worked at a fast-food restaurant, and dedicated all her free time to volunteering at this children's home. She didn't smo
