"What happens to the people that get infected by rat rabies?" I asked after some time.
We had left the dirt road and were now driving over proper asphalt, and I could see the buildings coming closer as we neared the city.
"I don't know," the staff sergeant answered.
Henry laughed mockingly.
"Sir. You know. How about simply speaking it out?"
"Kid," the staff sergeant started sternly, his whole demeanor changing from that of a stern old man to that of a soldier as he looked back through the rearview mirror, first at me and then at Henry.
