She looked at the body. At the shattered face of a man who was a victim ten years ago and a monster tonight. She thought of her own first year on the streets. The first perp she’d executed. The way her hands shook for three days.
Her jaw tightened. The Futsie had been screaming about his daughter. About a quota. About a Judge who’d crushed her skull during a riot three weeks ago. Summers had heard the name. The Judge was dead now—killed in a crossfire last shift. But the Futsie didn’t know that. All he knew was rage. dredd sadie summers
“Yes, sir. I chose wrong.”
Dredd was silent for a long four seconds. Long enough for the rain to start again, thin and cold. She looked at the body
“Debrief,” said Judge Dredd. His voice was a flat granite slab, untouched by the three bodies cooling around them. The first perp she’d executed
He turned to walk away, then paused. For a moment, he seemed almost human.