"It's too late," Kendrik said.
"This video's gone viral. It's on FaceBook. People are tweeting the heck out of it. There's even a couple of copies of it on YouTube already. Even if you cancel their reservation, all anyone's going remember about Kendrik House is that it was willing to open its doors to those perverts in the first place."
"Wait a minute," Natalie said suddenly. She scrolled the video back and stopped it at the point where Dori glanced at the camera. "See that? She knew this was being shot. It was planned, and she was part of it from the start."
"But," Kendrik said, "who'd want to do that?"
Natalie and Althea looked at one another. "Jones."
"That guy I ran into at the Occupy site? The developer who wanted the site cleared?"
They both nodded.
"So what happens now?"
Natalie smiled. "We show him something that your great-grandfather Oscar showed me. The work action that his construction crew did was just a warm-up. JonesCo has been hurting people in a number of cities, but so far, he's gotten away with it. That's about to end. When we're through, he's going to wish he'd never heard the name Kendrik."
Kendrik's father glanced nervously at his mother and his son. "You two are going to drag me into this activism thing if it kills you, aren't you?"
"Damn right, dad."
Copyright 2013 by P. Orin Zack