Ten
Time passed but I was hardly aware of it. I was studiously going over the ledger in Theodora’s book, matching the scenes of execution to points on the map and keeping detailed notes. The video files of the crime scenes taunted me from the taskbar on my computer. I knew I should try to make progress, but diving into the past and into what my ancestors faced seemed a more enjoyable use of my attention and energy, not to mention it carried less chance of physical harm.
As the sunlight shifted through the pair of windows in my living room, casting light along the way on the sun’s descent into evening, my stomach rumbled and I forced myself to take a break and warmed half of a leftover panini in the toaster oven. Munching it one-handed I turned on my phone expecting to see missed calls fr
