Martin watched Constable Reba Pierce sitting across from him and sipping coffee. Martin thought Bill was making something for breakfast. Truscot sat at the end of the table and watched the rookie with worried eyes. No one said anything, they didn't talk about the sunny weather, or the birds singing from the edge of the woods. They especially didn't talk about the piles of ash that was all that remained of heavily armed and well trained police squad that had arrived the day before.

Bill ...