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"What are you doing?" One of the officers took fir the connection He stared at her in disgust

"I… I…" Evie whispered "I was praying," she ed to say She’d been so close--one ht have seen the face of the killer Tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks, and the cop softened

He patted her shoulder "Come away from there, noeetheart"

She let herself be led She’d definitely heard so come from the killer, or from somewhere else? Was it the same tune? It was She was certain of it

A crew of cleaning ladies in starched aprons arrived with !" Malloy and Will yelled at the same time The owlish ers and they retreated into the gray of the antechaot ourselves a bad one, Will," Malloy said

They caht of Twenty-third Street and were rushed by a wave of reporters shouting over one another A flashla in the air

"Vultures!" Malloy grumbled "Get away from here!"

T S Woodhouse ran forward, notebook and pencil in hand His unruly brown hair had clearly been oiled back thatover his left eye like a veil Evie hoped he wouldn’t blow her cover

"Excuse me! Gentleot another stiff in there And this one isn’t some marathon dancer from Brooklyn or a kid frorowled

The insult didn’t seelanced at Evie, then turned to Will "What’s your bead on this, Professor? Must be pretty bad for theland war? A mob beef? Anarchists? Reds? The Wobblies?" Woodhouse sht be a reporter!" Malloy taunted "Why don’t ya write that down, Woody Give us a reason to ship you boys out to Russia"

"Freedom of the press, Detective"

"Freedom of the jackals, more like The way you boys play fast and loose with the facts, we’ll all be reading stories that are as reliable as randfather’s fish tales"

"Anarchistspart in the previous conversation "They want to cause the most chaos, to upend order This is methodical Planned out"

The reporter’s pencil scratched across the page "So the bogey to be on this beat?" Malloy again

"Ti careful little stories, Detective Bring in the new blood, I say It’s a modern world People need soree, Miss O’Neill?"