Learning to Walk at Night

His apartment was one room with a single window facing the elevated tracks. At four in the morning the traffic over the bridge rolled in like waves. Today it sounded less like traffic and more like judgment. Noah stood in the kitchen doorway for a while before speaking. "Did you actually blow up a subway shaft?" Ethan looked up. "You believe that?" "I don't know." Noah's voice was tight. "The whole city says it." "The whole city is watching edited footage." Noah didn't answer. He wanted to trust his brother, but Grayhaven taught everyone the same lesson: anybody could be wrong, and the bills were always right. Police came to the door that afternoon. Not the dramatic kind you see on TV, just two plainclothes officers.