Richard had a shock blanket wrapped around him as he sat between the doors of the ambulance. His Sergeant had told him that he was sorry (as if he had cut off Raven's head). But his voice hardened, and he said he'd come bearing other news:
"Grayson. Richard . The second persecutor got away and we are still actively searching. But you're off the case. I don't want you mucking about trying for revenge."
Richard was too tired, too upset to be bothered. He nodded weakly (not from the methoxypropane, that was wearing off) but from the mass of rapidly congealing emotional exhaustion he felt stunt his physical being.
