I stop him from rattling off all the names of the Roads.
“Listen,” N. Domingo says. “Even if he is one of the six Circumferentials, they are all still answerable to the Council of Radials. You cannot take him. He’s beyond your laws. He’s one of us. This needs to be elevated.”
I think of Mara, alone in our condo unit. Mara, whose daily commute to and from work in Makati made her one of the millions of commuters along EDSA. I think of the horror she was subjected to, the fourth random victim of a broken Road and I feel my heart shatter once again, this time not by sorrow. My regret and guilt at being away at work at one of the government agencies testing security systems that night is trumped by wrath.
“You do that.” I tell him, pocketing my weapon as I make my way to the front door. “You
