Braden and Renee were sitting in the car heading to the police station.
But along the way, Braden pursed his lips and frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
The police thought that Braden was too worried and comforted him, "Mr. Stewart, Relax. It should be fine. Every year, there will be a lot of perverts in office buildings. According to our experience, they are very timid. At most, they will just take photos and touch the victims. They won't dare to do anything. Otherwise..."
"Stop the car!"
Braden's eyes were cold as he ordered sternly.
"What's wrong, Mr. Stewart?"
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I want to get off now."
Braden found new clues during the few minutes that the police were talking, but he didn't bother to talk to them.
The driver did not dare to disobey Braden's order and immediately stopped the car.