Death was everywhere in Ashbourne. Move along, nothing to see here. Make some arrests that won’t stick. These monsters don’t go to trial or serve life sentences. Miles felt tired. Tired of the sleepless nights on patrol. Tired of closing his eyes and seeing the face of his daughter, gaping mouth, rotting, and begging him not to pull the trigger. Already dead, he kept telling himself. Miles shouldn’t have done that. Should have left her to rest in peace. A few more deaths. People stopped him to ask him why? Who? What are you doing about it? Miles decided to enter a diner nearby and order a coffee and a slice of pie as he watched the vigil from the window. Crocodile tears on faces. It was then that he felt the presence of someone - not living and yet alive. “I’m off duty, Ms. Levenski.”
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