"Now, boys," Kinnison Lensed a thought. "Did any of you—Costigan?—see any signs of a concerted rush, such as there would have been to get the killer away if we hadn't interfered?"
"No, sir," came Costigan's brisk reply. "None within sight of me."
"Jack and Mase—I don't suppose you looked?"
They hadn't—had not thought of it in time.
"You'll learn. It takes a few things like this to make it automatic. But I couldn't see any, either, so I'm fairly certain there wasn't any. Smart operators—quick on the uptake."
"I'd better get at this, sir, don't you think, and let Operation Boskone go for a while?" Costigan asked.
"I don't think so." Kinnison frowned in thought. "This operation was planned, son, by people with brains. Any clues you could find now would undoubtedly be plants. No, we'll let the regulars look; we'll stick to our own ..."
Sirens wailed and screamed outside. Kinnison sent out an exploring thought.
"Alex?"
"Yes. Where do you want this ninety-sixty with the doctors and nurses? It's too wide for the gates."