I pulled Slick to his feet and shoved him toward the door. He collapsed onto his knees.“Please! I didn’t kill her!” he pleaded with me. Now, I w...as certain I smelled piss as a large wet spot appeared in the front of his pants. “I just love fucking married women! I didn’t hurt her! I couldn’t hurt anybody.”“Get up!” I demanded as I dragged him by his cuffed hands. He stood, wobbly, and staggered forward as I shoved him through the door. I dragged him across the sidewalk, heading to my car, Marcel. It would be very unlikely though.I could not necessarily call on the military because I had no patron to promote my cause. I could not call on the police because there were none. A city or town would hire men to watch for crime but they were actually a private police force. These or small armies were the closest substitute. They did not show allegiance to a country or empire but to their patron again. Roman law was famous but it only came into play when someone corrupting the law could be. .." "Ohooh... What's with all the racket out here?" Deana looked at the woman who'd come out of the den. The robe was hanging open from her shoulders, showing she was wearing boys' shorts and a tee shirt. Dinah pushed and shoved on her sister's shoulder. She was seeing Mom and Ellis come in the front door. Mom saw the woman in front of her. "Good-bye," Mom said, turning around and leaving. "March?" Ellis asked, a grin forming on his boyish face. "Yeah (cough)," March tried to clear 'his'. “Alan, for the love of…”Alan gets his finger up. I know better than to keep talking.“Remember the rule laddie: no first names. You just broke it. Try not to get anything else broken.” He keeps his voice down but that’s because he can. No need to yell at me. I know when I am fucked. “I suggest you get behind your camera and keep track on the events here.”Not much else I could be doing right now. I shut up and turn the camera towards Brian. Why Alan chooses to let this go on is beyond me. But I.