Sea Change by Nancy Kress

Author:Nancy Kress [Kress, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, Espionage, Science Fiction, Genetic Engineering, Dystopian
ISBN: 9781616963316
Google: V3jeyQEACAAJ
Amazon: B08285JL36
Publisher: Tachyon Publications
Published: 2020-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

Domoic acid.

I drank more, and barely left my apartment until, one night, my doorbell rang over and over. When I could no longer stand the clanging in my head, I flung open the door, ready to scream at whoever stood there.

It was a small, old woman, a young and muscular man hovering protectively behind. “I’m Naomi Patterson,” she said in the voice I remembered from that terrible phone call. “You have to stop now.”

“Stop walking the beach because it’s on tribal land? I won’t stop. No.” I was ready to fight—her, him, the world.

“You can walk on the beach if you choose to. But you have to stop destroying yourself.”

The sheer effrontery of this fueled my rage. “Who are you to—”

“It’s who you are that matters. I need you.”

“You . . . need me? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I saw you in court with the other lawyer for my niece, Elizabeth Brown.”

I remembered Elizabeth Brown. She had been assaulted by a non-Native, and Jeremy had worked with the state prosecutor trying the attacker. Jeremy had, in fact, done nearly all the work except the actual litigation; Elizabeth Brown had not been a priority for the overworked D.A. I’d helped prepare Elizabeth, traumatized, to testify. She’d had family with her, silent and suspicious. Maybe one of them had been Naomi. Tribal members don’t like accepting our help, even when they can benefit from it. But there are not enough Native lawyers to go around.

She said, “Another Quinault woman has been accused of a crime she didn’t commit. I need you and your lawyer.” She said it as if I were Jeremy’s boss, not the other way around. “Your son and my great-grandson were friends. Your son died with us. You must help us.”

I didn’t follow her logic, and I don’t think the man beside her did, either. He continued to stare at me impassively, a stocky young man dressed in jeans and a plain tee, with his black hair in a man bun. I didn’t know until later that he was another of Naomi’s grandchildren, and that he and she were two of the three people who would lift me out of the abyss and back to life.

The third person, an even more improbable savior, was Dylan Sanderson.

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