It's one of the largest crime scenes the city has ever had.

We have absolutely no idea what the motive is. These appear to be almost execution-style shootings. He expended a large number of rounds inside that house.

It was a zombie party. People had a lot of makeup on. There was fake blood squirted, and people were made-up to look as if they were dead.

False assurances were certainly more harmful than none at all.

Maybe I'm just gonna kill you," says Mike, peeved at being predictable. "You ever think of that?"

"No, Mike. Because if you wanted me dead, then four or five of your guys would be in the hospital and I'd have a flesh wound. Maybe.

In the half-century of his life, a tick on the Doomsday clock, he had borne witness to the most unbelievable technological advances. He had started off listening to an old Bush radio in the corner of the living room and now he had a phone in his hand on which he could pretend to throw a scrunched-up piece of paper into a waste bin. The world had waited a long time for that.