“Betsy was a hero,” I say. “Exactly,” Redfern says, nodding. “Heroes die. But survivors live to tell the story. When the dead got to be too much for us to handle, most of those fools wanted to keep fighting, because that’s what we’d been taught. I was one of the first to cut and run. I knew what the score was. The things you’re taught are only useful if they keep you alive.” I shake my head. “Daniel, I think you must have a very lonely life if the only person you care about saving is yourself.” He shrugs. “Maybe. But I’m still alive, and most of Baltimore isn’t.”
