Chapter 15He was falling asleep in the living room at around three A.M. when the news broke. Shaky helicopter video of a man standing on top of New Orleans’ tallest building—One Shell Square, about five minutes away from Bourbon Street. He wore a glowing necklace, and as he raised his arm dramatically, the river jumped up from its bed and hurdled toward the unsuspecting city.
Even with the grainy quality, Dakota could easily tell that it was Madera. Same clothes and haircut. Not that they needed confirmation. They already knew.
But now the media did, as well. Despite a few lingering calls for a rational explanation, TV journalists quickly clung to the idea that this was footage of the perpetrator, who’d called the wave with none other than a magic necklace or some sort of glowing device.
