“It’s too convenient,” Webster said. “Him showing up at the same time as the other two? Why doesn’t this bother you, Lindstrom?”
“Because they were beating the shit out of the kid,” Brady snapped. “Because he jumped in when we both fucking know most people would stand on the sidelines with their phones, and because I think that actually means something.”
Curious glances from the guys nearby made him realize how loud he was being, not to mention how close to Webster he was. Taking a deep breath, he backed off a step.
“We’ve got his prints, we’ve got his DNA, and he’s got no priors. There is zero reason for us to hold him.” Brady jabbed a finger at the closed door. “You saw his face. Why the hell would he put himself through that if he had an ulterior motive? And why would he bother letting me bring him in for questioning?”