"Gone."
"Gone?" she echoed. "How long ago?"
"Ten minutes or so. He should be there—"
Out, a few miles from them, hidden in the canyons of the buildings, a burst of flame soared up. A gigantic puffball that ricochetted from the actinic-lighted walls of the buildings and then went soaring skyward. A pillar of fire and smoke headed for the stratosphere as the counters clicked. The wall shields started to die out as the force of the explosion was spent.
Lindsay snapped on the lights. He faced them, his face white.
"That," he said harshly, "was Garrard."
Grant nodded. "It wasn't in his Book," he said.