Fifty-Three
Full Disclosure
Upon arrival at town hall, I have to remind myself to not hold my breath when I see how many people are here. Looks like pretty much everyone. A spike of pain blows through my chest when I see a guy who, from the back, looks like Connor, but then he turns around and it’s not him.
It doesn’t matter. Once news gets out of his involvement with Dea Vitae, his career is over.
Finan texted earlier from farm B and asked if I wanted to drive in together, but I told him I’d meet him here. I don’t want to lose my nerve—and being around Finan’s reasonable, calm nature might cause me to do just that.
I try not to look obvious as I scan the area outside town hall for evidence that the police and security teams have arrived—it’s just after four o’clock, and I don’t know
