The racing thoughts about continuing my life as part of law enforcement permeate me. In a makeshift cabin on the pasture that was hastily built for emergency purposes, I have been staring at the yellow bulb swaying on a white rope nailed to the ceiling. 

Familiar sounds of the pasture’s chirping crickets enter the cabin. I listen intently to their rhythm. Dare had warned me earlier that some of these creatures might have alliances with the former president. Unfortunately, ...