CHAPTER 6
Frank Kruger was at loggerheads with himself and the world, a world of law and order which he had served loyally for more than thirty years. The out-of-step feeling had come to a head with the Madden quandary. Now, more than ever, he was convinced that he should open a case file – with or without the body of Zonnek. But it was like shouting in the wind. Nobody could hear. Wanted to hear. Local politics locked doors more securely than any gaoler's key.
The hour was late. His mind boggled. Wavering in and out of focus. He longed to go to bed, to sleep. It had been another tiring day, but he didn't want to miss the local evening news shows. A habit of his. To catch up on the day as the media portrayed it.
He used the zapper to turn the set on. There was the usual political and bu
