Drio blurred out of sight, the dart thunking into the wall behind him. He dropped the armful of books he'd been holding and turned on me like an enraged bull. I could practically see steam coming out of his nostrils, his bellow a curse-laden Italian.

Baruch strode across the room, plucked the rifle from my hands, and snapped it in two.

"That was a perfectly good tranquilizer gun." Ms. Clara jabbed him in the chest. "You'll be filling out the paperwork for that. In ...