Richards nods. "Good. Redundancy keeps us alive. Detective Hang, are you willing to testify?"
Hang's jaw tightens. "If I testify, my career is over."
"Yes."
Long silence. Then Hang nods. "Jamal Brooks was sixteen. I read the report: 'unarmed suspect shot fleeing.' I knew it was wrong. I didn't say anything. I've lived with that for three months. So, yes, I'll testify."
Richards makes a note. "We need Nia Brooks, Jamal's mother. She deserves to know what happened, and her testimony will humanize this."
"I'll reach out," Preacher says. "It should come from me."
"When do we go public?" Reaper asks.
Richards checks his calendar. "Castellano is receiving a Medal of Valor next week: Tuesday, 2:00 p.m., police headquarters. Press will be there, politicians, cameras everywhere."
"We hijack it."
"How?" Tommy asks.
"We show up. All of us. Zara presents the evidence. Detective Hang testifies. Nia Brooks speaks. The Angels provide security and witness presence. We turn his celebration into his arraignment."
"They'll arrest us," Kesha says.
"Maybe, but by then the evidence will be uploaded everywhere simultaneously. Arrest us, it looks like retaliation."
Reaper looks at Zara. "Kid, you understand what this means? You'll be on camera. Your face is everywhere. People will know your name. You'll never be invisible again."
Zara thinks about Claudette Colvin, about being erased, about the thirty men who would be dead if she'd stayed silent. "I don't want to be invisible," she says. "I want to be heard."
Richards smiles. "Then let's make some noise."