Innocent He closed his eyes while standing under the shower. Cold droplets swept past his face and bare body. Lost in deep thoughts, he stood there for a considerable while. Each and every dead body that he had witnessed in Los Angeles started to reappear before his closed eyes.
Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out and dressed himself in a jet black shirt, dark grey trousers, and brown formal shoes. He rolled up his sleeves and ran a comb through his short black hair. His blue eyes illuminated inside their sockets with dark circles appearing beneath them, and his hairless face had a frown.
He came down to the hall, where Commissioner Ross was seated at the dining table. A plate filled with a toast and two boiled eggs sat untouched before him. He was reading a newspaper with the most d
