The words, “Never again,” flashed into sight, glossy white posterboard boldly inscribed in crimson.
Then the girl shoved a flimsy plastic case, holding one DVD, into a bystander’s hands before she swan-dived onto the tracks below, just in front of the 4:10 from D.C.
The detective turned from the recording to his captain, his hands cradling the evidence she left. “It’s him. The mayor.”
The captain shook his head, trying to deny it. But the detective went on, “And not just him. It goes higher, deeper. All the way.”
Once again the captain shook his head. “The world will burn.”