Montgomery was in a foul mood.
Again.
He’d argued with Rachel.
Again.
Her refusal to share information was a persistent sore point. He felt as if he had no role and no objective. She was adamant that he should watch for abnormalities from his post at NGPD. Her belief in the divine plan was infuriating him.
Probably because he couldn’t see any plan at work at all. The mortal world was a mess and getting worse. He hadn’t volunteered just to have it disintegrate while he watched.
Montgomery took foot patrol duty as often as possible, in the hope that he might see something. He scanned records and reviewed cold cases, under the guise of learning the workings of his new precinct. He haunted the pleasure fringe of New Gotham, certain that it would be the first place he would hear gossip fr
