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"So tell me about school," Andie said.
"Nah." He gri
"Yeah, okay."
They wanted to get them away from the courthouse as quickly as possible, and that was all right with her. A marshal jumped on, counted heads, winking because there was one more than usual. He slapped the side of the bus, sending it on its way with an"Okay!" The driver started the engine.
Andie looked back at the courthouse. Standing outside the side entrance was the FBI guy, Pellisante. He had set up the whole thing when she came to him with the idea for Jarrod's birthday party.
Thank you. Andie waved at him through the glass. An appreciative, one-finger wave.
He waved back.
Two police cars led the way as the bus pulled out from the curb onto Worth Street. It was a twenty-five-minute trip through the Holland Tu
"Hey, Jarrod." O'Fly
"I like 'em. I likeHalo more."
"Halo?" It was a popular battle video game. Pretty violent and graphic. O'Fly
"His mom does no such thing," Andie said."His aunt, though, that's another story, for another time."
A few of them laughed.
The bus pulled ahead to the corner of Church and stopped at a red light.
Andie looked out the window. She was thinking about the party and when to spring it on Jarrod that everyone knew this was his birthday. She figured they'd wait until they got close to the tu
She saw a gray side-paneled van pull up right next to them. APEX ELECTRICALSYSTEMS. ASTORIA, QUEENS.
Jarrod said,"So, what'ya got pla
She was about to give him an answer when she noticed something a little strange.
The driver of the van had jumped out. He was dressed in a navy work uniform, had a baseball cap pulled over his face, long blond hair peeking through. What made it doubly strange was when the guy in the passenger's seat jumped out too.
They both started to run.
Across the busy intersection. Away from the van. When they reached the other curb, they glanced back. Not at the van.
At them!At the bus.
"Mom? Are you listening to what I'm saying? Earth to my mother. Hel-lo."
And suddenly she knew! Stabs of terror ripped at her chest.
"Get out of here fast!" Andie screamed to the driver."Drive away. Now!"
But the light was still red. And they were locked in traffic. Besides, everyone was talking among themselves and not seeing. Jarrod looked up at her strangely and squinted."Mom?"
"Oh, Jesus." Andie shuddered, unable to take her eyes off the van. She put her arms around Jarrod. She hugged him close to her chest. Something terrible was about to happen.
"Oh my God. No!"
"Mom?"
Chapter 40
I THINK BACK sometimes to that moment-to the very heartbeat before something terrible happened. Something I couldn't stop.
What if I could just reach out my hand and turn back the hands of time? Hold on to the moment for one more second? See what I should have seen?
I would see that smile. Not Andie DeGrasse's, sitting next to her son on the bus as they drove off.
Cavello's smile. In the courtroom, just moments before.
I would know exactly what it meant.
I had followed the jury out of the courthouse and stayed there, watching the bus as it pulled away from the curb.
With Ellen gone, my life was falling apart a bit. So it made me feel good to help the two of them, DeGrasse and her little boy. It made me feel that in all this craziness, I had done something for a change that put some life back. I watched her wave at me, that happy smile. I waved back.Happy birthday, kid.
And then the world fell apart! Theirs, and mine.
The gray van pulling up next to the bus at the red light. Then two men, in work clothes, suddenly ru
Ru
It took a second for it all to register, even for someone trained to see the worst in any situation. Then all of a sudden it was as clear as day. The whole horrible picture.
I heard myself yelling,"Get out of there now!" I started ru
Then the van exploded, and the entire street just lit up in this brilliant flash. The recoil threw me back into a mailbox. Intense heat from a block away slammed into my face.
Oh, God, no! No!
All I could do was watch helplessly as the juror bus was engulfed in flames. Then it exploded.
I fumbled for my radio, co
Then I ran toward the bus at full speed.
It was bad. Very bad. Flames raged out of the hulk of the van. Dense gray smoke billowed over the street. People everywhere around me were screaming. Passersby, injured by the blast, were lying dazed on the street. A taxi lay upended and in flames.
I did a quick scan for the two men in work clothes. They were gone, melted into the bedlam. Dear God, the juror bus was no more than a charred, burning carcass. The entire left side was just a fiery, jagged hole.
I ran to the entrance. The blast had blown it wide open. The heat coming off arm rails felt like a thousand degrees.
Everything was covered in flaming char. The bus driver was dead. Not just dead, decapitated. Oh, God. One of the passengers, an elderly woman who I could picture sitting in the back row in court, had been flung over the driver's back and smashed into the front window. I didn't remember who she was-which juror?
"FBI," I screamed into the thick, diesel-smelling smoke."Can anyone hear me in there?"
I waited for voices.There had to be voices. C'mon! Moaning, shouting, screams for help, some evidence of life.
I shielded myself from the flames as I listened for somebody, anybody.
Nothing came back, no sound. That's what I'll always remember. That's what will always haunt me.The silence.
Chapter 41
IT FELT AS THOUGH my heart didn't move a beat. I just stood there listening, praying.Somebody say something back to me. Shout! Scream for help!
All I heard was the crackle of flames, and all I saw was the dark gray smoke mushrooming through the bus. The scene was as still and desolate as a bloody battlefield after the fighting was done.
I covered my face with my hand and pushed my way down the aisle. Madness, but I had to do it. It was impossible to see. Somebody, a small woman, had been hurled against a side window and was twisted into a grotesque position. Others had died right in their seats. Clothing was burned off.
I recognized some of the faces. The writer was dead. So was the kindly-looking Hispanic woman who always knitted. Both had been roasted in their seats. Then I saw the red-haired guy who worked for Verizon, O'Fly
"Can anyone hear me?" I shouted. Only silence came back from the passengers.
I heard sirens outside. Emergency vehicles had arrived on the scene. Someone else, a policeman, stepped onboard."Jesus, God." He winced."Is anyone alive?"
"I don't think so."
I tripped over some kind of mound. It turned out to be the body of the Jamaican mechanic, his clothes charred, his body crisp.