A Very Specific Target“Somebody had a personal motive for blowing up two hundred and twenty-seven people?”
Harry shook his head. “For blowing up one person. The other two hundred and twenty-six were for free.”
I went over to stand in front of the sliding door. The glass was cool against my forehead. While I stood there, another airliner swooped from the sky and roared down the river toward National.
Harry stood beside me, not touching. When he spoke, his voice was scarcely audible. “He was on it, wasn’t he?”
“Seems pretty likely.” My throat was closing and my words came out thick.
“I’m sorry.” When he spoke again, the consoling tone was gone from his voice. “If he was the target,” Harry said, “they’ll be coming after you next.”