When she was through, she rose, slung her purse over her arm again and stepped past the four bodies. They hardly seemed real, lying in their separate pools of crimson.
The two policemen came in, staring at her again.
"Catch her!" Antola cried from beneath the bar. "She done it! She killed them all! Poor little Kippie!"
The florid policeman locked his hand about her wrist, while the other cried for Antola to come out.
Her wrists were quickly handcuffed, and the florid policeman escorted her to the police car. He shoved her into the back seat.
She didn't move, didn't think. The world seemed frozen.
It didn't begin to thaw again until the second squad car and the ambulances arrived. They came slowly, without sirens or flashing lights. She wondered why they came so casually.
The florid policeman returned to the car. "All dead," he said. "Even poor little Kippie."
Silently they drove the deserted streets. She looked out at the buildings, knowing the people inside them soon would be shocked by the news of the stars' deaths.