Chapter Thirty
Key Developments
Alex was deep in dreams when it happened.
This wasn’t the one about the crash, with its careening cacophony and the nightmare screams that dogged his waking hours too. This was the dream about the trial, or rather the trial he should have had. He shrank down in the center of a vast amphitheater, the endless stands packed with screaming females. Bereaved mothers and widows in their millions fought to close in on him, shrieking for his blood. His guilt was self-evident; there was no need for testimony or deliberation. These proceedings served other purposes.
He needed to be exposed for what he was, so the whole of femininity knew. And the most offended parties were entitled to witness his vileness in person. Shrieking vituperation at this killer of infant
