Eighteen
Miranda slumped in her chair, glaring at Justice while she slept. She felt a perverse glee when Lieutenant Anderson burst into the room, the force of his entry jolting the sleeping woman awake.
‘A gang of humans just hit a construction site on Cremorne Street, starting a brawl with the half-breed work crew, and Garrison Four doesn’t have the manpower to control the situation.’
‘Has anyone called the council? Their security forces should be able to handle this.’ Miranda frowned as she stood.
Anderson shook his head. ‘They’re there, but they’re holding back, probably waiting to arrest any half-breed that lays a hand on a human.’
‘Damn it.’ Miranda strode around the desk. ‘Watch this pair,’ she tossed over her shoulder at Zarb. ‘Keep them out of trouble while I sort this mess ou
