‘Christopher Su Pointe, dead?’

‘Oh, God! Is he really dead?’

‘Noooo, he was so young.’

‘Why him? Shouldn’t it be the Lupin Chairman instead? Christopher couldn’t hurt a fly.’

These are the kind of words flying past my ears. There are more, actually. More of the people’s cries and lamentations. But I shut my hearing to them all as quick as I walk out of the hospital building and make for the car.

I hear Zeath board the back seat. Then Zachili sits in the driver’s seat ...