Chapter 173

Justice

As I turn onto the Square and head toward Mom’s office, I notice the bunch of police cars that were there the other day are back. And there appears to be even more than before. My pulse races as I do my best to drive through the maze of vehicles that seem to be anticipating some sort of cohesive movement any time now. Pulling my phone from where it sits in the side of my door, I scroll quickly to see if I can find any news about what’s happening.

No breaking news alerts have come through from our local TV station, so I turn on the radio, putting it to a local Bowling Green station and listen intently to see if they have some sort of idea.