Chapter 6 - The Aftermath
The morning sun rose over Chicago, cold and pale. The city was waking up, oblivious to the war that had raged in its alleys. Noah sat in the precinct interrogation room, his knuckles raw and bandaged.
Claire walked in, followed by a detective who looked far too young to handle a case of this magnitude. She looked exhausted, but the tremors had stopped. She walked up to Noah and placed a hand on his shoulder.
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"They have them," she said softly. "The leadership, the contractors, the corrupt officials. You saved more than just me, Noah. You saved thousands of patients."
Noah didn't respond. He looked down at Ranger, who was resting his head on his paws, watching the door. The veteran felt a strange hollow in his chest—the life he had built, the quiet obscurity, was gone. He was no longer just the "nothing" man in the work jacket. He was a witness.
