This time, he cooperated. He spoke slowly and clearly, recounting the crimes from those years. But when Gordon tried to steer the topic toward the deeper organization behind him, Brandon fell silent, dodging every question with practiced ease.
In the end, Gordon could only close the folder.
Seeing that Brandon was like a stone that could not be softened by boiling water, he stood up and left to report to his superiors.
As he walked out, doubt lingered in his mind.
Who had thrown Brandon into the police station in the middle of the night?
Whoever it was, they had unknowingly done a tremendous good deed.
Brandon was a long-time wanted criminal, ruthless and efficient. Every year, blood stained his hands. But with limited communication and investigation methods, he had slipped through the cracks again and again.
Gordon had followed his trail for nearly two years.
