The street split open beneath Debrah’s boots with a sound like a giant tooth breaking.
She froze beside the shuttered laundromat, one hand gripping the strap of her canvas bag, the other raised against the rain that had begun needling down from the black October sky. A jagged line had appeared in the asphalt between two dented cars, thin as a knife cut at first, then widening with a groan that rolled beneath the buildings.
Ramison caught her arm.

