The only good thing was that Lilia had been busted in black lycrester. She looked like a million creds at the precinct, even securobanded to Montgomery’s desk.
She lounged, as if she had all day, and wished Montgomery would get it in gear.
She could hear the other cops chatting and eavesdropped shamelessly. Unfortunately, the cops were talking politics, always a yawn-fest for Lilia.
“I’m telling you,” one said to the other. “You shouldn’t waste your vote on Matheson. That Maximilian Blackstone is the man we want in New D.C.”
Lilia’s ears pricked up.
“No. No. I don’t like his style.”
“I don’t like that we’ll end up in another global conflict if President Matheson is re-elected.”
“He just negotiated a new treaty with China!”
“The last official trip before the election? The timing is
