“That’s not true,” called Sabienn shielding his brother.
The crowd became unruly at the death of Jerez and pushed forward on to the Deerland soldiers. “Back off!” called the lead soldier.
“Arrest this man,” called the reporter pointing towards Bray. “Deerland will require justice.”
“We’re not here to arrest anyone,” called the soldier.
“There’s a crime,” said the reporter insistently. “If a man leaves a handgun on a table and a child uses it and the child dies, the man is responsible. Those who are in control of their lives are always at the mercy of those who are not. I’ve reported once before. This is crime.”
“It’s not our crime,” said the soldier. “It’s theirs.” He indicated the black shirts of the Luck police standing at the side there, twiddling their thumbs.
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