Chapter Five“This is what I have come to warn you about! This is the appointed time for me to have come here to open your eyes to what they are doing to you! Here I stand, and here I can show you right before your eyes what they are doing for themselves at your expense!”
Adolf Hyatt wore a black fedora and trench coat, the wind rustling his clothes as he stood on a stack of plywood amidst a crowd of over a hundred homeless people gathered around him that spring morning. His eyes were blazing with righteous indignation and his voice quavered with anger as if those he railed against were standing there before him.
Veronika Heydrich watched him with a strange sense of admiration tempered by her sense of duty. It was the feeling one gets when watching any great leader, like the leader of the
