Someparentshadderightthattheirdaughterswerevictims,asthoughsilencecouldbleachawaythestain.Others—worse—hadaskedfirstaboutpensation,theireyessharpwithcalcutioninsteadofgrief.Asifsufferingcouldbetallied,priced,aledlikeabill.
Itwasabitterawakening.
Junhadgrownupprivileged—goldenspoonandall—surroundedbywealthandpolishedmanners.Evenincriminology,hehadstudiedmonstersintheory,notthequiet,everydaycrueltyofordinarypeople.
NowheuoodwhyveteranslikeLucarriedadifferentedge.They''''''''dlivedintheunderbelly,wheredesperationarippedhumanitybareandtwisteditintosomethingunreizable.
Forthefirsttime,Junwonderedifhetrulybelohislineofworkatall.
Junwashalfwaytohisparkedcarwhenafliovementfrozehiminpce—afamiliarsilhouette.
There,inadingyroadsideesediner,satReya.
Sheworeafloral-printdresspletelyunlikeherusualstyle,hunchedoverasteamingbowlofbeefnoodlesasifshehadeninweeks.
Theentirepolicedepartmenthadbeenteariyapartforher,psteringmissingpostersoneveryer,andhereshewas,slurpingnoodleslikeitwasanyordinaryafternoon.
Junshovedthedooropen.Theownerbarelylookedupfromwipingtables."Sitwherever."
JunwalkedstraightovertoReya''''''''stable.
"Reya,"hehissed,keepinghisvoicelow,"wherethehellhaveyoubeen?Doyouhaveanyideahowworriedyourdadis?He''''''''slosinghismind."
Theowner''''''''sheadlifted,gossippracticallywrittenacrosshisface,ragfrozenmid-wipe.
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