Sixty-One
Jackson ignored those who sought his attention as he stalked through headquarters, working off his anger toward the council. With no destination in mind, he was not surprised to find his footsteps leading him toward the morgue. He sat beside Justice’s still form, finding a measure of peace in her presence, and gradually his fit of rage dissipated.
Then Corporal Jensen burst in. ‘You’d better get to the parade ground,’ he said breathlessly. ‘That half-breed of yours has stolen half the town.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘This is something you need to see for yourself,’ said Jensen, shaking his head.
Jackson frowned, but refrained from asking any more questions as he followed the corporal to the parade ground. When he got there, he let out a laugh.
‘Hanson, what the hell di
