Chapter 4

“Move the bus!” Inez shouted. “Or close your doors!”

Water shoved the front wheels sideways.

I could not reach the clinic landing. The current would take anyone who tried to cross.

I opened the old port survey on my cracked phone.

Behind the clinic was a raised loading lane. It was buried under newer pavement, but it sat higher than the street.

“Alvaro, get me eyes east of the clinic,” I said. “Behind the warehouse. I need water depth.”

“There’s a strip by the brick wall,” a woman said. “Water is moving around it.”

“My brother unloaded trucks there,” another…