Well, not a real yard, not even close to the small front yard of Jack’s tiny family home back in Jersey. But the Clayton house was set back a couple of dozen extra feet from the sidewalk, and a few blades of pale grass sprouted in the hard-packed dirt behind the low wrought-iron fence.

He spotted an occupied gray Buick with a faded Clinton/Gore in ‘96 bumper sticker parked at the curb before it. Two shadowy forms slouched in the front seat. Must have been there awhile: The street outside the driver’s window was littered with butts.

Jack kept moving, ambling to the corner, then crossing over and returning along the near side.

On this pass he spotted a walkway around the east side of the house, passing under a trellis that once might have sported roses; now only a gnarled tangle of dead brown branches remained.

He sneaked a glance inside the Buick as he passed. A pair of tough-looking slabs of beef, one bearded, one mustached, sat hunched in the front seat. The “private security” Alicia had mentioned, no doubt.

Jack finished his circuit of the street and stood at the west end of the block, looking back. He imagined the Clayton house in flames, saw those flames spreading, jumping from building to building…

He wondered if Alicia had thought about that. She might be crazy enough to try to destroy the place, but he didn’t think she wanted to raze the entire block.

Maybe he ought to mention that possibility to her. He found a pay phone on the next corner and called the Center.

He recognized Tiffany’s voice, but she told him things were “a bit confused” there at the moment. Could Dr. Clayton call him back?

He wondered about that and asked to speak to Ms. DiLauro, if she was there. She was.

“I didn’t see it happen,” Gia told him, “but I saw the guy as the EMTs took him out. He was a mess.”

“A fire extinguisher, ay?” Jack said, smiling. “I like it. Sounds like the guy deserved every bit of it.”

“What’s wrong with people, Jack?” Gia said, and he heard a note of despair in her voice. “Are there any limits to the depths people will sink? Isn’t there a floor where you say, I won’t go below that?”

“If there is, I don’t think it’s been found yet.” He shook his head, reluctantly remembering some of the slimeballs that had slithered through his life over the years. “Every time you think you’ve found that floor, Gia, I’m afraid you’re going to learn it’s some guy’s ceiling.”

Silence on the other end. Finally Jack said, “How’s Alicia doing? She okay?”

“A little shaken up. I guess I would be too. Funny thing is, she’s the last one I’d expect to do something like that—I mean, take on someone herself… beat them with a fire extinguisher. She always seems so laid back and in control.”

Get her talking about her family sometime, Jack thought, but said nothing. He considered Julio’s a secular confessional. Whatever was said there, stayed there.