The cat saunters onto the map, sits in the center of the pages, and promptly puts up her leg to wash. And I take that as a sign. While my mom and the others knew the city, they were Stewards. They had been looking at the map for places to dispense the truth without drawing too much attention to what they were doing. But tonight, we want to be noticed. We want to get the attention of people who don’t know the truth. The grander the spectacle, the more curious people will be to find out what the papers and books say and the harder it will be for the government to deny. And the bigger the action we take, the better shot we have at distracting Rose’s father. We need lights and activity and people—places where there will be lots and lots of people.

Margaret curls up next to me as I pull out the paper and pencils Dewey demonstrated for me so I knew how to use them. Then, I start creating a list of locations. The resistance of the dark-tipped pencil as it runs along the paper is strange, and I break several black tips off the pencils as I work.

The Magnificent Mile

Navy Pier

The America First Theater

Wrigley Field

Grant Park

The signal for my phone cuts in and out, and Margaret swipes at me when I move around looking for better reception. While I appreciate the Stewards’ lack of internet connection, not having it makes it harder to search for street festivals, concerts, and sporting events located near the places I’ve already identified. In between bouts of no-signal messages, I also look up the addresses of the two television stations in the city and add those destinations to the ever-growing list.

When Atlas finds me, I’m surrounded by pages filled with cross-outs and additions and ideas. He hands me a bottle of water and a sandwich and tells me Dewey’s bags are slowly being relocated to Index’s station.

“So far Scarlett and Holden haven’t noticed,” he says. “Spine is having a few of the Stokers creating problems they have to solve in order to distract them. Dewey is hoping we’ll be done in another two or three hours. Once they’ve finished, Dewey and I will come back to get you. Dewey said he gave you their plan for tonight.”

“I think I have a better idea,” I say. Quickly, I explain my hope of creating a fast and furious spectacle of information that will be impossible for anyone to ignore. When I’m done, I wait for his reaction as he studies the map his dad helped create. “What do you think?” I ask.

He purses his lips, and I recognize the flicker of loss and worry that flashes in his eyes before he turns to me and smiles. “I think Dewey is going to be impressed again. But we can’t cover all these locations. Not with a few dozen people. If this is going to work we’ll have to focus on five or six places and do our best to reach as many people in those zones as we can.”