Nia Mitchell's head was filled with the scene of Maxwell Peary killing someone, blood everywhere, and that all-too-familiar him.
She simply couldn't accept it, not all at once.
Impossible!
A man like Maxwell Peary, how could he possibly kill someone?
There must be some misunderstanding in the middle of all this, it has to be fake, it's her deliberate deception.
But for some reason, her thoughts drifted back to a few days ago.
That time in D City, when she and Maxwell Peary went back to the hotel.
She had clearly seen how badly wrinkled Maxwell Peary's pant leg was, as if someone had grabbed it.
And it was covered in stains, with specks and patches of brick red.
Thinking about it now, that might have been blood…
At that thought, Nia Mitchell believed even more in what Anne Davidson had said.
...
But how could Maxwell Peary possibly do something like that?
He…
This is a law‑based Society now, killing is a crime.
