meet Quinn. She did not stop. She saw Vivian Hail near the front of the crowd in a yellow cardigan, standing straight and unbothered in the morning heat and felt something warm move through her chest. That evening, Councilman Vance Keller appeared on the evening news. He was polished.
That was the first thing you noticed, silver-haired, well-dressed, the kind of man who had been performing reasonably well his entire career and had gotten very good at it. He sat across from the anchor and folded his hands on the desk and spoke in a low-measured voice that was specifically designed to sound like the only calm person in the room.
“This is not about race,” he said. “This is about public safety.” Two trained attack animals were used to intimidate sworn officers of the law. “I do not care what your background is. I do not care what your service record says. No one in this city is above the law. No one.” He looked directly into the camera when he said it.
