The site at the restaurant was horrible. The death toll and the number of injured were much higher than Killian had thought. Most of the people, who had been in the restaurant at the time of the two blasts, were either dead or injured. Even a few of those, who had been strolling along the river bank by the restaurant, enjoying the cool breezes of the evening, had been killed or had sustained injuries. By the time Killian returned to help, many local military ambulances and emergency vehicles had arrived, and most of the injured had been removed from the demolished restaurant. Killian walked through the debris toward where he’d last seen his friend, Martin Bradberry. The body of the dead reporter still lay against a jagged portion of wall. Killian knelt, said a prayer, and then picked up th
