Colorado nights were far milder than Gotham's. The climate here was quite pleasant, without so many rainy or foggy days. Thus, even after nightfall, the bright moonlight illuminated the buildings with perfect clarity.
The Florence Supermax Prison stood alone at the foot of the mountain. Under the bright moonlight, it seemed even more deserted, even somewhat frightening. Residents near Denver knew that a prison had been built far from the city, but they had no idea what kind of madmen were held inside.
Ignorance was sometimes indeed a blessing. If they knew the truth about this prison, they would probably never have another peaceful night's sleep.
When a stretched luxury car stopped at the prison gates, Bruce, dressed in a suit, stepped out. He went to the rear door and opened it for Amanda himself, while Davis, who had been waiting at the entrance, warmly came forward and shook Bruce's hand.
"I'm very sorry about William's death," Bruce said, bringing it up as though making casual conversation. "I don't know what kind of brutal killer would dare strike inside a Federal Bureau of Investigation base, nor what he stood to gain from it."
As Davis led the two of them into the prison, he sighed. "The killer must be insane. Did he really think he could commit a crime inside the Federal Bureau of Investigation without being discovered? In fact, someone has already found a lead. I don't think it will be long before the killer is brought to justice."
Bruce nodded and smiled. "I have great confidence in the Federal Bureau of Investigation's efficiency, but as I told Amanda before, quite a few people have attributed this to serial killers retaliating against your plan. They are very dissatisfied, believing that your plan was too aggressive and led to this