Chapter 29 George's Mob Against Mayor Vic's Policy

• The cool evening breeze clung to Vic’s coat as he stepped through the warped wooden doorway of Black Hollow Broadcast. The station smelled of hot dust and old vinyl, its walls lined with posters fading to ghosts. A low jazz track played from the booth, but it faltered when the DJ caught sight of him and Drake.
• Vic didn’t rush. His boots thudded against the warped floorboards, each step measured, as if he were keeping time with some private rhythm only he could hear. Heads turned in the corridor no one dared greet him, yet no one could look away they kept staring blankly at him with different thoughts flying across their minds , what is he doing here ? Why is he here?.
• A DJ’s hand hovered over the fader, unsure whether to turn the music down or up. Even the static in the speakers seemed to lean toward him.