Maggie Green- Joslyn -black Patrol- Sc.4- Info

A runner laughs—a wet aftersound. “You think you can walk in here and—”

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Maggie meets his gaze. She has kept a list for a long time; Bishop’s name is at the top and below it, in smaller ink, the things he robbed: votes rerouted, contractors policed into silence, a child’s afternoon stolen for a construction permit. She doesn’t need to speak to him; her silence is addressed in a different dialect. Maggie Green- Joslyn -Black Patrol- sc.4-