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guard at the rear comes to the front and swipes his hand over the scanner. There is a click and the door opens. Again he holds the door while we move through and then he falls in behind us. We are at the front of the building. That security door opens out onto the front lobby. We are off to the side so I get a chance to see the circus going on out front.
    It looks like the entire city is here with every camera crew available. I’m guessing that this is to do with me.
    I just need to put my head down and we can walk through the crowd to whatever transport is here.
    As we come to the main doors, the two guards step to the side and stop.
    The suits ignore them and look like they are waiting for something to happen.
    Some sort of large armoured vehicle is pulling through the congestion in front of the building and the suits are focussing on that.
    I can see the leader working his implants again for a second, and then there are eight police officers in riot gear moving to the front of the building. I guess they are there to act as an escort for my escort.
    The lead suit turns to me and says, “We are going out now. Walk with your head down and stay in the middle. We take care of everything. Hands out of your pockets.”
    I pull my hands out and tense up as I prepare to move.
    One of the security guards calls out to me. “Good luck, kid.” I am surprised. No one likes me and no one wants anything for me except bad things, after everything that happened.
    I look at them both and they both nod at me. I nod back.
    Maybe somebody out there knows what really happened and doesn’t hate me.
    The suits move out and I feel their hands pushing me forward to keep me in the centre of our little triangle.
    The door opens and we are out. The sound hits me like a hammer in the face. It feels more like a concert with the noise level than a gathering in front of a public building. I can see tons of signs saying everything from “MURDERER! KILL HIM!” to “ABOLISH THE DEATH PENALTY!” There is even one sign saying, “MARRY ME!” Of course, it’s being held by a fat guy that looks like he hasn’t washed or changed his clothes in a while.
    As we come out, the police make a larger circle around us and advance. They have riot shock batons and those big riot shields. I can see other police officers in small groups with dogs and more on the rooftops watching us.
    Everyone is watching us. Or rather, they are watching me. I can feel the glares.
    When the press and all the rest of the people there for the circus recognize me in the centre of the group, the noise increases further. There are a dozen camera crews and just as many drones with cameras covering me.
    We are just out the door and the crowd is pushing forward and surrounding us. The circle of cops is pushed right up against the suits and they are being careful to only use their shields as blocks instead of clubbing people out of the way.
    So many of the people are red-faced and screaming. Two of the protesters carrying signs start hitting each other with their sign. “KILL THE MURDERER!” and “ABOLISH THE DEATH PENALTY!” signs are suddenly covered in blood and the people holding them are clawing at each other.
    Other police move in and drag them apart and blood is flowing.
    This is just like a big wave washing over me. It is all incomprehensible. I can’t even see the vehicle anymore and we are just at the stairs.
    There are five stairs to get down and I am on the top one when the crowd pushes up against the one side of the circle and people are pressed up against me. I can’t do anything and try to lean away.
    Then I recognize one of the women. It’s the mom of one of the girls. She is Terrie’s mom and she was one of the most vocal in court so they had to drag her out. She was on the media lots, calling me a cold-blooded psycho that had killed her little darling baby and then she would break down and cry.
    I remember how her darling giggled and took pics while there was