It wasn’t necessarily the sort of death you expected, but it didn’t come as any surprise in these days, either. Everyone had their own take on Judgment Day. I’d paid for the coffee and hadn’t said anything else to August.
“Maybe there will be a trial someday, when everything gets cleaned up,” I told Thane.
“And I’ll still be dead,” he said.
“Why did he kill you?” I asked. It wasn’t in the file. Maybe it was in Burn’s file, but that didn’t matter to me because I didn’t have it and he wasn’t dead yet.
Thane shook his head. “I don’t even know who he was. I guess he worked at the company, because he had the uniform. Maybe he wanted something he didn’t have. A raise or better hours or a different parking space. Maybe he didn’t like management. Maybe he was just mad because I didn’t remember
