Chapters 21 & 22

Theo was not a runner like Doug, who was fuming about his being so late.

Theo crossed the narrow street and pressed his nose against the steamy soup-kitchen window.

Snatches of hymn-singing drifted toward him as the last of the stragglers staggered through the door.

Before her stood a downcast child looking very sad and very sorry.

She had set off the fireworks in the elevator to divert suspicion from the real bomber.