Chapter Fourteen
Jay checked the north-facing windows of the town hall with his monocular, but saw no one. ‘Great.’
Behind him, a door opened. There was a gasp, and the sound of cans and bottles hitting the floor. Jay peered through the doorway to find the owner of the apartment arriving home; standing with her mouth open and her bag of groceries dropped at her feet.
‘I’ll take care of it,’ Andrey said.
He left Jay at the window and pulled a fake badge. ‘Ma’am, I’m with the Internal Security Agency.’
The owner spoke in accented English. ‘Why are you in my home? You have no right to be here.’
While Andrey dealt with the owner, Jay checked the street below. The parade had become a stampede of Purity supporters and onlookers as they fought to get clear of the shooting, even though none
