Sullen And Anderton: A Short Story

Cold, light rain beat against the pavement, as the car moved through the dark streets of New York City toward the police building. "You can see his point," one of the men said to Anderton. "If you were in his place you'd act just as decisively." Sullen and resentful, Anderton stared straight ahead. "Anyhow," the man went on, "you're just one of many. Thousands of people have gone to that detention camp. You won't be lonely. As a matter of fact, you may not want to leave." Helplessly, Anderton watched pedestrians hurrying along the rain-swept sidewalks. He felt no strong emotion. He was aware only of an overpowering fatigue.
Dully, he checked off the street numbers: they were getting near the police station. "This Witwer seems to know how