WHEN THE HOUSE BLEW we were crouched1 behind the cover of a black-and-white, barely a hundred feet away.
There were bold orange flashes as the windows exploded. Then the house seemed to lift off its foundation, a fiery2 cloud ripping the whole thing apart through the roof.
"Get down!" Molinari yelled. "Everybody down!"
The blast hurled3 us backward. I took Cindy, who'd been standing4 next to me, down to the ground, shielding her from the force of the blast and the shower of debris5.
We lay there as the searing gust6 lifted over us. A few cries of "Holy shit" and "Are you all right?"
Slowly, we got back up. "Oh, God... ," Cindy groaned7.
Where a second ago a white clapboard house had been standing, now there was only smoke, fire, and a crater8 of blown-out walls.
"Michelle," Cindy muttered. "Come on, Michelle."
We watched the fire rise as the wind whipped the flames. No one came out. No one could have lived through such a blast.
Sirens started up. Frantic9 radio transmissions filled the air. I heard cops shouting into walkie-talkies: "We have a major explosion at seven twenty-two Seventh Street...."
"Maybe she wasn't in there." Cindy shook her head, still staring at the devastated10 house.
I put my arm around her. "They killed Jill, Cindy."
Later, after the fire crews had doused11 the blaze to smoking cinders12 and the EMS teams were going around tagging the charred13 remains14, I sifted15 through the debris myself.
Was it over now? Was the threat gone? How many were in there? I didn't know. It looked like four or five. Hardaway was probably dead. Was Charles Danko in there, too? August Spies?
Claire had arrived. She was kneeling over the covered bodies, but the parts were burned almost beyond recognition.
"I'm looking for a white male," I told her, "about fifty."
"Best I can tell, there seem to be four of them," she said. "The black male who was shot in the driveway. Three others inside. Two of them female, Lindsay."
Joe Molinari came over to me. He'd been giving Washing-ton an update on what had just happened. "You okay?" he asked.
"It's not over," I said, nodding at the tagged mounds16.
"Danko?" He shrugged17. "The medical people will have to tell us that. In any case, his network is gone, his cell. The device, too. What can he do now?"
Amid the wreckage18, I spotted19 something - a barrette. There was something almost funny about it. I reached down and picked it up.
"Voice of the people be heard," I said to Molinari, holding out the barrette.
There was a peace symbol on it.
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