In front of the shop, the men were cutting a hole through one of the plate glass windows with their axes, while others cleared out neighboring shops and kept pedestrians safely away. Clearly the fire had started in back - someone should tell Stan to take the truck through the alley. All Eli could do was look at the woman in pink, crumpled right by the front door.

"She's breathing," one of the men called, peering through the smoky glass. "Why the hell didn't they leave her a ...