That description had chilled Tom. The rioting wasn’t that bad. It couldn’t be—the Night of Rage had rocked the world, this violence was confined to the city. But that made little difference to someone looking death in the face as the mob closed in. He managed to get a call in to his grandfather, using the connections he'd sworn never to use, to warn his grandparents and sister to believe what they were hearing on the media and stay inside.