She noticed another pair of teenagers in front of the laundromat. One was lying flat on his back with a blood-stained face. The other was on his knees a few feet away, hiding his face in his hands.
The officer who had decided to take on the role of her liaison stood behind her. “The kid wouldn't let us approach,” he said. “We tried anyway, and he threw up some energy field. Bullets won't pierce it.”
“You tried to shoot him?”
“He left us no choice.”
Clenching her teeth, Anna shut her eyes tight. She tossed her head about in disgust. “Of course you did,” she said. “From now on, you don't make a move without my say-so.”
Kevin was still cowering in front of the window, staring into his palms as though he couldn't believe what he saw there. The kid was on edge, frightened. There was no tel
