"The chain of evidence against Tim isplete and airtight. Whether he confesses or not, he can be convicted," Bet stated impassively.


    "We''ve already handed the case over to the prosecutor''s office. The sentence will likely be either death or a suspended death sentence," Bruce said. "But it doesn''t look like he''ll implicate Vincent."”


    Bet nodded in agreement. "It''s a death sentence for Tim whether he talks or not. He has a wife and kids. If he dies, Vincent might take care of them out of some sense of loyalty. But if the entire Walker family falls, his own family will go down with them."


    Bruce''s expression darkened. The investigation would likely end with Tim.


    It was frustrating, but there was nothing they could do.


    "The arm of thew is long. As long as Vincent continues tomit crimes, we''ll find the evidence eventually," Bet offered as a word offort.


    "I know," Bruce nodded, well aware that some things couldn''t be rushed.


    "Calling you out thiste... you probably haven''t eaten. Come on, have a drink with me,” Bruce said, pping Bet on the shoulder.


    Bet stood up and followed Bruce out.


    As Bruce and Bet walked out of the station, a car with prominent government tes pulled up to the curb.


    Bet frowned slightly as the car door opened and Vincent hurried out, his secretary trailing behind him.


    Vincent still held a high-ranking position, several levels above Bruce, who had no choice but to adopt a deferential tone and greet him first. "Mr. Walker."


    "Mr. Walker," Bet echoed politely.


    Vincent nodded at Bet before


    turning his full, anxious atten


    Bruce Bruce my family told me my cousin Tim was brought in for questioning by your people."


    "Not questioning. He''s been arrested,” Bruce replied.


    "Arrested? Do you have evidence to just arrest someone like that? I''ve known Tim since he was a boy. He''s timid and cautious, a man whe barely even speaks out of turn. How could he possiblymit a crime? Are you sure you haven''t made a mistake?" Vincent said urgently.


    Tim''s arrest could easily lead back to him; it was no wonder Vincent was so frantic.


    He had been out of town on an inspection tour and had rushed back the moment he heard the news.


    "Whether there''s been a mistake or not, wouldn''t you know best, Mr. Walker?" Bruce asked with a cold smile.


    Vincent''s face hardened. "What do you mean by that?"


    "Just a joke," Bruce said, his respectful demeanor returning. "The arrest was carried out ording to proper procedure, and the case is currently under investigation Family members are not yet permitted to see the suspect. However, if you would like a briefing on the situation, I can have one of my men report to you."


    With that, Bruce handed Vincent off to one of the detectives on the case.


    Vincent''s focus was entirely on Tim, so he didn''t argue further with Bruce and quickly followed the detective into the police station.


    After watching Vincent disappear inside, Bet and Bruce found a mid-range restaurant nearby.


    Bruce was clearly a regr. The waiter showed them to a small private room and served them the restaurant''s specialties along with a bottle of strong liquor.


    Bet sat with Bruce, drinking and chatting.