the tront steps of my owo place. than asual end shivering, probably cold. I porared the way. and thick Keviar aprons went in sad care out again. I wasnt until toer lowered the peckago into the deuble comparumented blast tarck that it went off. all by itself, a muffled whomp that shook the doors and caried the windows in the Whitney house and mine. The squad leader who was also shaking and hioked as pale as I felt, care co ask. me who lived where and to rell me to spay pun because the proper investigative authorinies wets on their way Iwas still feeling a trifle shook as I went back to roy apastnent aver wher Jacob had always called the shop and made a por of coltie pro-ground confec; which says something about my Mate of mind.