When Morray hung up the phone, Bruce was leaning against the passenger seat, silent, his expression darker than the night.
Dorian, the team leader of C5, was still working overtime, flipping through those dusty old case files. Upon receiving Morray's call, his response was straightforward: “I'll be there in ten minutes.”
Morray didn't ask any further questions. He knew that Bruce's decisions never wavered. But he couldn't help but ponder—just moments ago, Bruce had said he could go home tonight and review the case tomorrow. Yet after a single street arrest, his attitude had shifted dramatically.
The source of this change was the bloodstained police-issue flashlight in his hand.
Morray examined the flashlight, recalling his days at the police academy. He recognized the model—a specializ
