Click here to view previous chapters. [divider] I stared at the church for several minutes. The setting sun painted the patchy white cinderblock walls orange. My stomach told me it was time for dinner, probably due to having skipped lunch on my walking tour of this nearly abandoned part of the city. An idea suddenly occurred to me. I pulled out my pocket terminal and checked the time. It was close to 5:00 p.m.; Sgt. Zeram would probably be getting ready for work and he might be hungry as well. As I walked back toward the city proper, I was a
