"Miss Ford, a bunch of people have gathered over in Fairgate. They're planning to come here and cause trouble."
Evelyn Ford was rather surprised that the patrolman had come to warn her. "How many?"
"About twenty or so. They're all a bunch of hooligans who usually bully the refugees in Fairgate. Now that it's snowing, they're starting to get antsy."
Evelyn Ford glanced at the patrolman, who looked a bit awkward. "Miss Ford, I've turned over a new leaf."
"I have my own way of handling this. You can go back now."
The patrolman hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "If they're hooligans, even if you kill them, the higher-ups won't investigate."
With that, he left.
"Evelyn, what did he mean by that?" Quincy felt like the patrolman's words were egging Evelyn Ford on to kill them.
