Outside his apartment, the voices of a couple arguing echoed up from the otherwise empty street. It was late already. But he still had hours of work ahead of him. Some holiday, he thought to himself, shaking his head and smiling slightly. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Sylvester walked back to his living room. Stacks of files that Sergeant Garcia had delivered sat on his coffee table and on the side tables. A number of books were scattered next to his couch, with bookmarks and notes poking out. There were two tall stacks of newspapers behind the sofa. In the background, the TV played non-stop on the news channel at a low volume. As a new report came on, he turned the volume up. “Just days before the election, there have been more calls for investigations into the ties between the violent Humanity Defence Faction and anti-Angel Senator Ted Linden’s presidential campaign. This comes after officials identified the culprit in the bombing of an Angel office as a high-level HDF operative with ties to Senator Linden’s political party.
