The frosty night air of the Bell River docks was busy with one young man surrounded by fifteen armed men.
Scott had been shivering on that wooden bench and telling his story for hours. He was so in the zone, gesturing with his free hand and dramatically shifting his voice, that he hadn't even noticed when the entire MCPD river patrol team had migrated away from their squad cars. One by one, they had dragged over plastic crates, folding chairs, and overturned buckets, forming a tight, wide-eyed semicircle right around him.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second…"
One of the younger cadets interrupted, leaning forward so fast his helmet nearly slipped off.
"Who's Nadia again? You've got SOOO many names going on, man."
Scott paused, blowing gently on his cocoa before looking at the guy.
