Black Water at the Port

He just saved me!" One warehouse worker shouted too. "I saw it. Ron's men fired first!" Then another voice joined in. Then another. The cameras began to turn. For the first time, Ethan felt the city's lie crack. It was not solid. It could break if enough ordinary people spoke through the fracture. Farther away, inside one of the news live trucks, reporter Lindsey Moore stared at the chaos on her monitor with her brow drawn tight. She still did not trust Ethan. But she had started to wonder if the version of reality she'd been given had been edited too. On the live feed, the red emergency lights in the warehouse blinked in and out. Like a harbor beacon learning how to shine back.