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Maggie’s voice is low when she speaks. “We came for names,” she says. “We came to give them back to the city.”

She folds the papers and tucks them back into the folder. “We came to put this where everyone can see,” she says. “If you want to protect your town by keeping it small, you’ll have to stand on it.” Maggie Green- Joslyn -Black Patrol- sc.4-

Maggie meets his gaze. She has kept a list for a long time; Bishop’s name is at the top and below it, in smaller ink, the things he robbed: votes rerouted, contractors policed into silence, a child’s afternoon stolen for a construction permit. She doesn’t need to speak to him; her silence is addressed in a different dialect. Maggie’s voice is low when she speaks

“That’s not how this ends,” he says, and it sounds like a threat that has no purchase. “We came to put this where everyone can see,” she says