A hundred years ago, and fifty years ago, and ten years ago. “Perhaps we can help each other,” said the woman with many names, to the government official who frowned. He didn’t ask how she could help him. He knew. There were always troublemakers. People who didn’t go with the program. Communists. Civil rights agitators. Even plain old liberals. A government can only do so much directly against these degenerates without risking the title of democracy. But a band of serial killers with this woman at the heart of them? They could cause all sorts of useful chaos.
