“I think yesterday was antifa.” I tried to ignore the remark. “I’m hearing from some members. Are you?” “Yeah, some members.” His eyes shifted and met mine. “Do you think yesterday was antifa?” “No.” My eyes narrowed. “I don’t think yesterday was antifa.” The clock mounted above his door ticked in response. I turned to walk out. “By the way, Chief,” I said, turning back to look at him, “Alyssa just screwed you.” He snapped his head in my direction as the door closed behind me.
