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to head back out when she spotted Evan Manning kneeling on the ground, lifting up a blue sheet to examine the face of one of the dead. She pushed her way through the crowds of medical staff shouting orders over the wail of the approaching sirens, the screaming and the crying.

She grabbed Evan by the arm. ‘Did you find Traveler?’

‘Not yet.’ He seemed genuinely surprised to see her. ‘What happened to your face?’

‘I was knocked down by the blast.’

‘What?’

‘It’s too loud here. Come this way.’

Darby led him across the street and into the woods. The leaves protected them from the rain. It was quieter in here but not by much.

‘I tried calling you on your cell,’ Evan said, wiping the water away from his face.

‘I’m pretty sure I broke it when I fell. What’s going on with Traveler?’

‘All the roads are blocked off, but so far, we haven’t found him.’

‘In order to have set off the bomb, he’d have to be close by, wouldn’t he? We need to make sure the cops at the roadblocks are checking everyone they see. He could still be somewhere around here – he could be walking away right now.’

‘We’re checking everyone. Listen, I’ve got to leave. I’m going to be tied up in Boston. It doesn’t look good.’

‘What’s going on in Boston?’

‘There was an explosion inside your building. I don’t know all the details yet.’

Suddenly Darby had to sit down. There was no place to sit. She leaned back against a tree and filled her lungs deep, the ground shaky beneath her feet.

‘Two of our mobile forensic units will be here early tomorrow morning – one here, one at the blast site in Boston,’ Evan said. ‘We can run the investigation from there. I need to get going. I’ll call you later. Where can I reach you?’

She wrote down her mother’s home number on the back of a business card and handed it to him.

‘Your face is swelling up,’ Evan said. ‘You should put some ice on it.’

Darby stepped out of the woods and stared at the wounded and the dead. Four bodies – no, five – were under the blue tarps. An EMT was pulling another tarp over the body of another SWAT officer.

She turned away and looked in the direction of where the van had been. Now it was a smoldering black crater. The body of the man she had seen inside the van hadn’t been found. Pieces of him were scattered among the debris. They’d be lucky if they ever identified him.

A firefighter dropped his hose. He yelled something she couldn’t hear and then all four firefighters were running to the bloodied hand fighting its way out of the rubble.

That could have been me, Darby thought. If I had been standing any closer to the van, I might be trapped or dead.

Coop was heading back with another stretcher – this one holding a young woman. Her limp arms hung over the sides of the stretcher and bumped against the rubble as her lifeless eyes stared up at the dark gray sky, the rain washing away soot and blood from her face.

Chapter 46

By quarter to three, all the survivors had been found and moved. Firemen were still crawling around the blast site; two were standing by with hoses. ATF agents and members of the Boston Bomb Squad, dressed in coveralls and boots, sifted through the debris.

The man in charge of the blast site was Kyle Romano, a former Marine explosives expert and a fifteen-year veteran of the Boston Bomb Squad. He was a big, burly man with a dark red buzz cut and a face scarred by acne.

Romano had to shout over the steady rotor-thump of the news chopper hovering in the sky directly above them.

‘It’s definitely dynamite,’ Romano said. ‘You can tell by the way the metal’s pitted. We also found pieces of a timer and what appears to be a metal footlocker. Given what you and everyone else told me, once those van doors opened, I’d say it sent a signal to the timer. You know the rest. Now I got a question for you.’

Romano scratched his nose. His face was covered in soot and ashes. ‘I was talking to Banville, and he told me this guy you’re after kidnaps young women.’

‘That’s right.’

‘This has the markings of a terrorist attack. You pull something like he did today, it’s guaranteed to draw attention. This guy you’re after, everything about him suggests he doesn’t want to be found.’

‘I think he’s feeling desperate,’