Chapter Thirty-Seven
“I don’t understand.”
Mathias’s walked at a slower pace, but Alfred had yet to determine if it was solely because of his shorter legs or simply an aspect of the man’s personality. Either way, it had proved to be a stick in his spoke, and now they were late. He jogged across the intersection without waiting on his housemate.
“What is there to understand?” Alfred asked. “There isn’t a law but eventually there will be.”
“To protect birds? That seems rather far-fetched when you think about it, to assume that politicians will care enough about birds to fine or imprison hunters for shooting the wrong species.”
“They’re not shooting the wrong species, Mathias. They’re hunting all of them.”
Mathias picked up his pace to keep up with Alfred as they moved on to the last bl
