Notes In about half an hour, more than two hundred people had gathered outside the bungalow of Richard Haddock. Several vehicles had been parked carelessly in front of the enormous gates. There were three ambulances, a fire-fighters' truck, three police cars, and seven news station cars. They had satellite dishes on top of them, and news reporters were moving about the place with an ID card hanging around each one's neck, some of them holding a mic or a pen and notepad, others holding cameras and stands for a proper live telecast of the bomb blast in Los Angeles city, inside the bungalow of a renowned " business tycoon ", an owner of Falcon airways, a bomb blast that brutally killed no less than 3 people.
The night had been longer than Azriel had expected. The firefighters had already wo
