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be an expert on disease control. All I can say is that whatever actions I may have taken were based on what I thought in the best interest of safety of others.”
    “Do you care to elaborate Mr. Brook?” Gomes is setting me up. He knows I have not thought this response through. We are boxers in a ring and he has me on the ropes, waiting for that wild haymaker so he can counter and put me down for the count.
    “The ‘victims’ as you are calling them… I have come into contact with several of them, there is evidence of that. These people were infected. The infection makes them violent and dangerous, striking out at others, infecting others. If ignored, we’re all at risk. These people…”
    “People!” Gomes cuts me off. “That is an interesting choice of words Mr. Brook. Because that is exactly what you are on trial for. Killing people .”
    “They were people,” I continue, “but once infected they are different. They are dangerous…”
    “None of the people you’ve killed were expressing any kind of violence, though,” Gomes raises both brows. “Is that not the case?”
    Bellecroix turns his head away at this. He fidgets in his pew. I know he can feel my eyes on him, but he refuses to look up. He knows this accusation is bullshit. People are only violent until they die… then they’re only missed. Someone could be a sociopathic jerk, liked by no one, but in death, they’re tragic heroes. Nothing prevents people from mourning the lost except for the outcome of a “fair trial.”
    I shake my head and plead toward the jury. Eat’em nods back and forth from the jury to the judge, a lawyer through and through. “No,” I say. “That’s not the case. They know that’s not the case. Officer,” I shout to deaf ears, “Lt. Bellecroix! Tell them that’s not the case!”
    “If this infection spreads through bite,” Gomes says, “Why don’t the victims show bite marks? No such indications showed up in the coroners report.”
    “I don’t know,” I said. “The infected seemed to hea..” I stop myself mid-sentence as Mike gives me a cautionary glare. He is not ready for all the information to be thrown on the table or he doesn’t want it coming from me. It would be stronger coming from someone else. I change direction. “My intention was never to kill people, my intent is to protect us from a parasite."
    “You are not on trial for killing parasites, Jacob.”
    “I know, but…”
    “You are on trial for killing people,” Gomes raises an eyebrow and discretely cracks his knuckles one at a time – a challenge - implying nothing I say matters. Mike stares blankly.
    “You understand the concept of burden of proof, Jacob?” Gomes rattles me with each word. Not only does he make me look the fool, he gives me a lesson in law while he does it. The burden of proof should be on him. He’s the accuser. But I’m not on trial for what I’ve done, rather why I’ve done it. And his telling expression says it all. No excuse appeases my actions in their minds. “Nothing suggests any real threat to humanity. Nothing suggests anyone you killed was a risk to anyone at all.” He lies. “Nothing suggests you’re anything more than a common murderer.”
    “…but,” I said.
    “But nothing, Jacob,” the only objection he gets comes from Eat’em. He lectures and berates me while the circus watches intently. “This morning we were presented with autopsy reports of several of your victims. Nothing lives in them. Nothing controls them or eats their brains. No parasites. No bite marks . Why should we continue to believe you when these reputable sources have shown there’s no such thing as the Grotesque infection.”
    “Continue to believe me?” I belt out, “When did you believe me? Hardly anyone believes me. How can I prove to you what you can’t understand?” I am no prophet, but I can relate to the plight. Still have to try… “I can’t explain it, but I see things others can’t. I can see the