Chapter 15 The Worst Hope Of The Common Man

• I stopped at the law firm to gather some files that I didn’t even think that I'll use before heading to the police station. The streets were pretty scanty, showing that it was still early in the morning. School buses were not buzzing their way around town transporting children, neither were people hurrying off to their place of work to avoid being late or anything. Even the firm was kind of empty when I got there, but it was no surprise that Mr Churchill was already there, typing away on his computer and occasionally scribbling on his notebook, looking pretty unkept in his rumpled shirt and pants, with shoes that had clearly seen better days. And he was the only one there apart from the receptionist and the security man.
• I stopped at a McDonald's store to grab a hamburger and a cup of coffee before heading to the police station, and even as I chewed on the savoury burger, the fearful knot in my tummy did not subside. I knew I was going to meet him, and I dreaded that.
• Surprisingly, he was not at the station when I got there, and the simple knowledge of that made my muscles relax.