Inks by Horacio Ottolini, Colors by Melissa Kaercher

Originally appeared in Femme Noir: The Dark City Diaries, Issue #1

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PAGE TWENTY-FOUR

Panel 1. At least the top third of the page. A shot of the Blackwater Bay Bridge. It's a suspension bridge – not quite as spectacular as the Golden Gate, but pretty damned big. It's night, and the bridge is illuminated both by its own lights and spotlights on either end. There are no cars on the bridge. Maybe a full moon in the sky.

Caption: "A MADMAN CALLING HIMSELF LODESTONE HAD THREATENED TO DESTROY THE CITY'S MOST FAMOUS LANDMARK WITH SOME SORT OF SUPER-SCIENCE INVENTION RIGHT OUT OF A DIME PULP…


Panel 2. At one end of the bridge, police cars block the street. Standing beside them are several uniformed cops, some civilians and a group of reporters (& photographers), including "Scoop" Balfour and Laurel Lye.

Caption: "…AND LYE, DETERMINED TO PROVE HERSELF, WAS IN THE THICK OF THINGS…


Panel 3. Medium shot of Lye, with Balfour standing next to her, looking out across the bay. In the distance, a lighthouse can be seen sitting high on the cliffs overlooking the bay – known to the locals as "Devil's Rock." Balfour's got his omnipresent cigarette dangling from his lips, and is giving lye a hard time.

Balfour: LYE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? THIS AIN'T NO DEBUTANTE BALL, YOU KNOW.

Lye: I'M WORKING, "SCOOP," JUST LIKE YOU.

Balfour: SURE, SWEETCAKES. WHATEVER YOU SAY.


Panel 4. Close-up on Balfour, turning away from Lye (and the water view) tipping his straw hat back as he speaks.

Balfour: IT'S ALL A WASTE OF TIME, ANYWAY.

Balfour: THERE'S NO WAY THAT NUT'S GONNA GET WITHIN A MILE OF THE BRIDGE WITH HIS GIZMO WITHOUT SOMEONE SEEING HIM…