CHAPTER FIVE
IGNORING THE POUNDING pain in his head, he nodded at the cop walking past. The cop never even acknowledged his presence. That was how it always was. The men and women who worked within the brick walls of the precinct were filled with a false and elevated sense of their own worth.
It used to bother him. If he was honest with himself he would admit it still did at times. But he knew something they didn’t. He knew they were mortal. And that they had to pay for their crimes just like everyone else did.
And he also knew the illusion of their protective framework was fragile...easily destroyed. He intended to be the one responsible for destroying it. He owed it to someone who’d been mowed down by that framework and the rules that kept it intact.
The little people who were always
