Chapter Ten
I don’t remember much about my journey out of the blast zone. The building was crumbling behind me, and my escape was nothing short of miraculous. Beyond that, I simply put one foot in front of the other until an ambulance crew discovered me shuffling around in the smoke.
Someone had propped me up on a bed in a makeshift triage tent, a block away from the bomb blast. It had been hastily erected to handle the casualties, both at the police station and the damaged post office next door.
An EMT briefly looked me over. I guess I looked pretty bad, covered in smoke and dust and sporting an unhealthy collection of injuries. She applied a dressing to the top of my forehead where the gash had initially been and treated some of my minor cuts and bruises with similar bandages, before
