Staying low, Kez crept toward the ledge that overlooked the street. She grimaced, troubled by what she saw. Something about this just didn’t feel right.
Brel was still down there, surrounded by three other men in gray coveralls, but most of the other protesters had cleared out. She counted at least a dozen police officers, all of whom were busy pestering the few people who decided to remain.
None of this made any sense! The protest had been peaceful; there was no property damage! Sure, the cops could invent any number of flimsy excuses to bust up a rally, but even they had their limits. They had to walk a line between squelching any movement that threatened the status quo and preserving the illusion that ordinary people still had a voice. If they came down too hard on a group of demonstr
