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He read the title out loud: “‘How to Make a Bomb’ Subtitle says, ‘For Twenty-Five Dollars in Twenty-Five Minutes,’ and here, lower right corner, ‘by Connor A Grant’”

Conklin walked his phone over to Jacobi, who slapped his hands on his desk and said, “Thank you, Rich, and thank you, God”

He picked up his desk phone, punched out some numbers

“Len,” he said to DA Leonard Parisi “We got so a photo to you now”

CHAPTER 17

AFTER CONKLIN AND I said good night in the parking lot, I pulled the car out onto Bryant and made my way to Harrison, then took Tenth toward the hospital

Traffic was thick and e to hit the siren The nor which ties of Connor Grant, the way he’d looked Thursday night in front of Pier 15 He’d been awestruck, and yet his expression when Brady and I interviewed hi

Noe had a little ainst him: his laboratory and his unfunny manuscript on how to build a boe It wasn’t proof, but it was enough to charge hiht so

Even if Joe couldn’t hear me or answer me, I wanted to tell him all about it, just like I used to do

I turned into the hospital parking area and found an en I threaded h the lobby, to the correct elevator bank, and reached the ICU without a hitch

/> I introduced

“We’re weaning hi hi up,back into consciousness I think he’ll know you’re here even if he seems to be out of it”

She walked es

“I’ll be back in a few,” she told me

There was no chair, so I stood right next to the bed and looked down at my battered husband His head rapped, and tubes ran fro under a flap of skin in his neck, and from there eht forear was in traction He was breathing regularly He was alive