CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 2027 10:43am
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Four patrol cars and eight cops were standing outside the front of Marcus Helkar’s house when Hannah drove up. Two of the cops, positioned by the cars, watched her approach and came around the vehicles waving to stop her from coming closer. The halo of flashing lights behind them reminded her of rock stars coming on stage at forgotten concerts from her youth. All that was missing was haze, drugs, and the deep throbbing of too much bass.
“Stop right there,” the cop on the left was saying, holding his hand up as they approached. He was the larger of the pair, too large to be in the field as Hannah figured it. A drunken bar brawler could outrun this guy.
Hannah pulled her badge and flashed it through the driver’s side wind
