Groff said, "He's her husband." The officer lamely said, "I'm sorry. Very sorry." And then, defensively, "A warning shot was fired. He didn't stop. This area is under full martial law and the sound truck announced it to everybody--" He saw that she wasn't listening, was staring in disbelief. He got out of the jeep and lit a cigarette and waited. Groff beckoned him to one side. "What happened?" he asked. "Shot for looting," the captain said brusquely. "He was in a roped-off prohibited area. He didn't halt. The kid was absolutely right." "Kid?" asked Groff. The captain had told him more than he had intended to, and realized it now. "Somebody panicked?" "Who are you, mister?" the captain asked. "Not a reporter. I've got a factory in Brooklyn. I knew the man." "Close friend?" "Hated his guts." The captain was shocked and reacted with the truth. "As a matter of fact," he said in a low voice, "maybe it shouldn't have happened. But we're legally in the clear. Was he important?" "Very. But I don't think you'll find anybody who'll press an investigation." The captain took a deep, relieved drag on his cigarette and flipped it away. "What about his wife?" he asked. "Is she going to keep this stuff up?" "I'll do what I can," Groff said. He went over to the jeep and the staring woman. "Polly," he said. She turned and told him in a dry, controlled voice: "I'm all right. It's just so strange to think that it's--over. Him and his bragging, him and his plans, him and his tramps. It's over. I suppose you miss a tumor when they cut it out of you. That's the way I miss him." She sagged against Groff in a half-faint. He led her to a chair where she sat like a stick. The captain, in a businesslike way, asked Cioni, "Just where's this church?" Cioni told him and the jeep rolled away. "No, no, no," Sharon Froman was saying faintly. Then she smiled and said to Groff: "Girl backed the wrong horse, didn't she? Mickey, how'd you like to meet Congressman Akslund first thing in the morning? Artie's gone, one with the martyrs, but Akslund's still going to need expert advice on the reconstruction. I've got an in there." "Keep it," said Groff, and put his arm around Polly. She turned to Dick McCue. Her smile was becoming ghastly. She said, "Got a kind word for an old friend, Dick? We've had some fun together. Shall bygones be bygones?" "No," said Dick McCue. "If you keep bothering me I'll take out your upper plate and step on it."