The War of Colors

You can't see every disaster coming. It isn't always a vast tsunami or a volcano spewing flame and lava. Sometimes, a disaster is just a tiny crack in the sidewalk, a flake of plaster spiraling down from the ceiling. You don't notice the crack; you don't notice the plaster--not, that is, until suddenly the chasm opens beneath your feet or the ceiling caves in on you. That was how it was for Charlie Williams. One day, he was just working as an honest cop doing an honest day's work. His partn...