There’s a special kind of shame in walking through a crowded space terminal in handcuffs. Something about having two uniformed guards part the crowd before you with their heavy-duty blaster rifles; something in the way mothers of young children draw their kids back and stare at you with a strange cocktail of fear and loathing splashed across their faces.
Sawyer let herself scan the crowd once, a small form of self-flagellation, as she exited the hover-car and stepped into the space terminal. Her belly churned with an unpleasant twist as she reflected on how far she’d fallen.
She had made many of these walks in her life by now. Squaring her shoulders and staring straight ahead she knew her face was a perfect blank, a pale slate wiped clear of all reaction. Maybe that made the crowd fear her more.
She told herself she didn't care. Let them stare. Let them all stare.
She could hear the whispers starting up behind her as she shuffled through the crowd. "She's the one." "The bounty hunter?" "They found her standing over the body."
Let them talk. Let them put her on trial. No jury in the universe would convict her. That Jar-Jar fellow had to die.
Opening: Elizabeth D. Walker.....Continuation: Ellie