Diamond had been heading north when the roof came down.
He heard it before he saw it. A long, low groan of wood and stone, then a crack like the sky splitting, then a roar that shook the street under his shoes. Three blocks to the east, a whole row of shops folded in on itself and collapsed into a cloud of dust.
Then the screaming started.
He stopped in the middle of the road.
North was the guns. North was where Spades had told him to go. North was the reason his people were dying in the streets.
East was screaming.
He turned east.
There were five of them in the street when he got there.
