The man in the baseball cap, still conscious but powerless to resist, was carried out of the bar by two men and planted into a Ford Transit van.
It was a commercial vehicle with a tall and spacious body, quite suitable for temporary interrogations of suspects.
The baseball cap man slowly regained his consciousness, "Who are you guys? Why are you abducting me?"
"Click," Marcus simply cuffed him without needing to answer.
Luke confirmed, "What's your name?"
The man's eyes flickered with panic, and he seemed to dare not meet Luke's gaze, "Andres Towns."
"Where were you between 9 AM and 12 PM on October 5th?"
"I... I... you guys..." Andres Towns trembled, stammering without being able to utter a complete response.
Luke pressed his head down, looking at the tattoo on the back of his neck, "This tattoo was captured crystal clear by the bank's surveillance.
I'll ask again, were you at North Hollywood Bank between 9 AM and 12 PM on October 5th?"
