CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEIn the morning it rained. Lindsey and Marvia Plum met his mother and her friend Gordon Sloane over the breakfast table. There was a momentary embarrassment, then everyone laughed. Lindsey introduced Sloane and Marvia. Sloane shook her hand.
The Guevara suicide attempt was front page news in the West County Times. The paper ran a color photo that must have been snapped a split-second after Marty Bilson’s high-powered bullet struck the exploding grenade from Dylan Guevara’s hand. The grenade was visible, a dark blob suspended in midair. One side of it was obscured by the beginning of its flash. Guevara was shown, a look of mingled triumph and shock on his face.
“Truly astonishing,” Sloane commented. “Film must have been 400 speed at least, wide open lens and a thousandth
