As Bruce stepped through the door, Morray was already waiting there. Compared to a few days ago, the young black man looked much more haggard, but his expression remained tense, like a string that could snap at any moment.
“Bruce,” he said in a low voice, “Torres has been temporarily detained in the holding cell. He cooperated throughout the entire process and didn't resist at all.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow slightly, a fleeting hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent.” Morray nodded firmly, hesitated for a moment, then added, “Torres caused trouble at the bar because someone stole his money. He hit the guy because he insulted his mother. He doesn’t seem… like a bad person.”
A chill crept up Bruce's spine. He looked away, deep in thought.
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