As the city of Oakland crossed the terminator into night, Owen and Harley Keegan departed the store and entered the street. In the gathering darkness, they heard the first noises of a riot. From around the corner echoed a man's shout, a shotgun blast, and a child's wail. Harley muttered a curse. As he and Owen looked up and down the waterfront street, the rioting grew noisier. Men shouted in fighting anger; like a string of firecrackers, dozens of pistol shots popped in quick succession.
"We better get going," Harley said and headed for the truck, parked next to the nautical hardware store.
Owen grabbed Harley's arm. He...