Chapter 59
I didn’t have anything much to do for the next few months, because I was still suspended and unable to work and the inquiry into my actions was delayed by the current crisis. I didn’t go back home, because I didn’t think I was ready to run into Astrida. I stayed in a cheap hotel instead, and watched the endless news coverage of the Hennington Incident, the Hennington Horror, or the Hennington Tragedy – depending on which tagline you prefer.
Nobody could seem to decide if it was a story about ritual murders, creepy underground music, a violent shooting war between rival militias, or a bioterror attack that took the life of the corrupt mayor. I was mildly amused to have achieved Rival Militia status single-handedly, but such is the power of the Thompson submachine gun. Mine was
