After what seemed like an eternity, Aunt Khora’s injury was treated, and she was transferred to a hospital room. The doctors said she was in stable condition, and a policeman showed up, claiming he was there to guard her.
“This lady is the victim of an attempted homicide,” he said. “The Department will want to talk to her when she is better, but in the meantime, we need to make sure nobody makes another attempt on her life.”
Itana, remembering a different incident at a different hospital, insisted on calling Brethak.
“Yes, that’s the man assigned to your aunt’s case,” Brethak said when Itana took a picture of the policeman and sent it to him.
Somehow the Gnosha’s brain could interpret a grainy, pixelated picture just as easily as cell phone signals.
“You must forgive me, ma’am. I can’
