In the reception room of Wayne Manor, Angela paced restlessly. Before Bruce had even asked anything, the policewoman began speaking in a rapid stream.
"I don't know if I ever told you this, but Schiller once saved me. When I was plagued by demons, he helped me drive them out and softened those terrible memories. Later, when I suffered a breakdown over a murder case, he treated and comforted me too."
"So you don't need to worry that I have some ulterior motive for helping him. I just want to repay what I owe him."
Angela stood still, hands on her hips, and sighed. "All I can say is that I got lucky. Just two months after joining the Federal Bureau of Investigation, I was transferred to an understaffed criminal investigation team, and because my record was impressive enough, I was given an important position."
"Yesterday afternoon, I heard a familiar name—Schiller Rodriguez—and learned that he had been accused by his students. So I concealed the fact that he had once treated me, bypassed the recusal procedure, and joined the investigation."
"The reason I did that wasn't to obstruct justice. It was precisely to ensure justice."
Bruce caught the implication in her words. He put down the coat in his hand, looked at Angela, and said, "You mean someone doesn't want this case handled fairly?"
Angela hesitated. She seemed somewhat distrustful of Bruce, but Bruce understood. He said, "You should understand that Wayne Enterprises can accomplish many things, and you don't need to worry about whether I sincerely want to help Schiller."
"Either way, he was my university professor. Our reputations in academia are closely tied. On this matter, we share the same interests."
Sure enough, Angela was persuaded. Bruce pointed to the sofa across from him. Angela walked over