Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever?

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— Congressman?

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— Congressman?

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— Sorry. I know it’s the middle of the night. It’s two a.m. I need your help here.

— Thomas.

— Would you think less of me if I did something to a cop?

— A cop?

— I have one a few buildings over.

— A cop? Son, don’t do anything to him. Don’t harm that man. How the hell did you get a cop out here?

— He was just guarding some party. He was alone.

— Kid, you need to stop all this now. You will be dead by sunup.

— I don’t think so. I’m fairly sure I’m being shielded by some divine force. Some kind of light is protecting me and allowing me to get through all this. So I think I have some time. I dumped his phone. There’s no chance anyone knows where he is. Where any of us are. And this guy killed my friend.

— Okay. I don’t know if you know this for sure, but I guarantee you harming him will not bring you comfort in any way. It’s comfort you’re after, correct?

— I don’t know.

— Peace of mind?

— Okay. Peace of mind.

— You think harming a police officer will bring you peace of mind? You think you’ll sleep better at night after harming a police officer?

— I don’t know.

— I assure you there’s no chance. You will never sleep again. If you want to talk to him, talk to him. Find out what you want to find out. The truth will bring you some peace. I can just about guarantee it. You say you’re a moral man?

— I am a moral man.

— Then prove it. If this man harmed your friend then ask him about it. Seek your truth. But you have to be better than the violence. Exalt yourself, son.

— Okay.

— And afterward I have an idea how you can end all this without any harm coming to you. I’ve been thinking of a plan for you. You say your mother’s here, right?

— Wait. Not now. I’ll be back.