The morning breeze gently caressed the city skyline, and sunlight reflected off the glass windows of the skyscrapers, casting mottled spots of light. The rooftop of the old apartment building was quiet, with the wind rustling the edges of the safety nets, as if the turmoil of the previous night had been buried beneath the morning light.
Bruce stands at the edge of the rooftop, his gaze fixed on the scattered traces on the ground that have yet to be cleaned up. He stares down at the severed chain, and a suspicion begins to take shape in his mind. He has confirmed that Martin opened the iron gate himself, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and jumped off without any assistance from others.
Footsteps approached from behind. Ronan hurried forward and whispered, “This case seems more complica
