EBC WAS in downtown Boston, in a large glass building with a giant EBC logo at the top in glowing blue letters. It took a few minutes with security to convince them we were on a serious mission, and finally a young woman in a pencil skirt came down to speak with us.

She was in her twenties, and spent her time looking at her phone. She was just humoring us with yeses and ummmhmmms. “Look,” I said. “We have footage of Innsmouth. It’s exclusive. It proves that the whole thing was a sham.” Once I said that, she looked up with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well, why didn’t you tell me? I could do something with that.” I told her that it implicated the President and demanded a meeting with Bob Dine, or at least his head producer. After she saw the footage, she made a quick call and led us to security, where we were patted down, then led upstairs to the offices on the fourth floor.

They were filled with glass walls and cubicles, people staring at computers and running around with iPads showing each other footage and cutting it together. We walked by an “On Air” sign lit up in bright red and could see a newscaster inside reading off a TelePrompTer.

We sat in a large conference room, one of the few that wasn’t encased in glass, and told us someone would be with us shortly. The walls were white and there was an enormous glass window looking out onto the street below. Cars drove past, women pushed strollers down the sidewalks, bikes weaved in between pedestrians, teenagers sat slumped against buildings smoking cigarettes and reading books. The world moved as it always did, oblivious.

I realized what we were doing. It wasn’t just for the sake of clearing my mom’s name. That was the beginning. We’d be accusing the president, the most powerful man in the world, of covering up murder. Accusing the biggest company in the world, worth billions, of experimenting on people without their knowledge. It implicated the country, maybe even the world’s most beloved Hero.

The first person they sent in to meet us was a production intern from Bob Dine’s show. Tape Deck hooked her phone to a computer and we streamed the footage. She watched it quietly, growing more concerned with each piece of information that challenged everything she knew about the town. Tape Deck fast-forwarded through the long stretches of walking and looking around. After the building appeared, she picked up Tape Deck’s phone and twirled it in her hand.

“Has this footage been off the camera?” she asked.

“It was exported to a safe location, but no, we haven’t edited it. It’s a live feed,” Tape Deck said.

The intern watched as the door opened and the rows and rows of children came into view. She got up quickly and told us she’d be “right back” and left the room in a rush.

“I think we got her attention,” Johnny said.

We waited. We watched the clock. With each passing minute I worried that no one was coming back. That security would burst in soon and kick us out of the building. We eyed each other nervously. Just as I was about to suggest leaving, a team of news people came in. They wore suits and ties, mostly men, and one woman in a red pantsuit. Mostly producers and one segment director. We played the footage again and let them fast-forward at their own pace.

As they watched they whispered to each other, pointed at the screen, and took notes. As Quentin told his story, one of them picked up a phone and told the person at the other end that they had a breaking story they needed to run. I looked at Alice and Johnny and smiled. Our story would be told. It was worth it.

They closed down the computer and asked us questions about the footage and the town. I was answering the woman in red when a man burst into the room, his face taut with anger, and demanded that all his staff meet him in the hall immediately. They thanked us curtly and shuffled out one by one. We could hear him screaming but couldn’t make out what he said. His screaming got quieter as they moved away from the door.

“Maybe we should leave,” I said. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

“I think it might be too late,” Tape Deck said, her eyes fixed out the window.