Stone stood, holding the handkerchief against the back of his head, and surveyed the damage. There seemed to be surprisingly little. Many of the paintings were still on the walls, and only one or two seemed to be badly damaged. He looked back at the window and realized what he had not before: the window did not occupy the entire front of the building. Instead, there was a border of masonry around it a good three feet wide. The blast had been funneled through the window opening, but the masonry still stood.

Forgetting Dino’s advice, Stone walked out the front door, which had merely been blown open, its glass still intact. On the way, he picked up a piece of the broken window and looked at it. The edges were not sharp to the touch. This puzzled him.

Andy Anderson ran up to him. “Stone, are you all right?”

“I’m okay, I think,” Stone replied. “Did you see what happened?”

“After I called the bomb squad, we moved the car up to the end of the block, to be out of the way. We were about to go back and stop traffic when the bomb went off. The light was red, and that had stopped the Madison traffic, so no cars were in front of the gallery when it blew, just the ones parked there. Nobody on the street was hurt that we can find; what about inside?”

“Go around to the back entrance and check for injuries; direct the ambulances there when they arrive.”

“Right.”

“Where’s Kelly?”

“I don’t know; I lost him.”

Stone looked around the street. Some shop windows across Madison were broken, and some parked cars had shattered windows, but he saw little else in the way of damage. He turned and walked back into the gallery, which was now empty. He walked to the rear hallway and out the door, onto the street. Dino was standing with his arms around Sarah, who was sobbing; the scene was repeated up and down the block, but he didn’t see any bodies, or even anyone who was not standing up or leaning against a car. Dino saw him and waved him over.

He took Sarah and held her at arm’s length. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked.

She seemed to get control of herself. “I don’t think so,” she said.

“You’ve got some cuts on your legs,” Dino said. “Come on, we’re going to get you both to a hospital.”

Bob Berman ran over to them. “Anybody hurt? That was a big bang.”

“Not badly,” Dino said. “Get Stone and Sarah over to the emergency room at Lenox Hill Hospital.”

“Can we take anyone else?” Stone asked.

“I think you’re hurt worse than anybody else; you were closest to the blast, and Sarah was behind you,” Dino said. “Was it you who pulled the curtains?”

“Yeah, I think I did.”