The car tires screeched to a halt. Before the engine fully died, a figure rushed forward, pulling the door open for Joshua to step out. The moment his feet touched the ground, he stretched out his left hand, and a document was placed into it.He flipped through the pages, scanning the pictures and the information attached to each face.Turning to the man beside him, he gave a slight nod.“You’ve done a good job.”“Thank you, sir,” the man replied immediately, nodding.“How is he? Has he said anything?” Joshua asked, already turning on his heel as he strode into the building—heading straight for where they were holding the suspect from last time.“I don’t think he’s ready to talk… or rather, he may never spill anything.”Joshua arched a brow, a smirk forming on his lips. A loyal one.These were the kind of people he liked to deal with—men who wouldn’t talk even with a gun to their head.“What about his family? Did you get anything?”“Yes, we did. One of the men spoke with his mother. S
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