Three of them went upstairs, while Rosowitz stayed downstairs with Megan. They moved cautiously

Three of them went upstairs, while Rosowitz stayed downstairs with Megan. They moved cautiously

"Maybe the albino teleported out of here," said Rosowitz. "Jeez, look at all this stuff," he said.

"Sculptures, art, guy's even got a fuckin' suit of armor standing here."

"Never mind the bric-a-brac," said Megan. "Check out that back room." She jerked her gun toward the

door leading to the den.

"Cover me," said Rosowitz.

She took up position standing by the suit of armor, where she could duck behind it for protection, and

leveled her gun at the door.

"Go."

Rosowitz threw open the door and quickly stepped back while Megan covered the opening, then

entered the den.

"Nothing in here," said Rosowitz, coming out a moment later.

"There's nobody upstairs," the others said, coming down.

"Chris, get out to the car, in case Andrews and Stein call in," said Megan. "The rest of you, search the

place."

"Look at this," said Stanley, picking up an unfolded map from the coffee table. "A map of the city,

marked off into sectors. And check this out. The locations of the murders are all marked. We've got 'em,

all right."

A quick search of the house followed. They tore the place apart.

"Looks like there were at least three or four of them staying here," said Mason, coming down from the

upstairs.

"Hey, look what I found," Chambers said, coming in from the kitchen. He was carrying Broom.

"Let me go, you neanderthal!" Broom protested, waving its spindly arms. "Put me down this instant!"

"Let it go," said Megan.

Chambers put Broom down.

"What's the meaning of this?" Broom demanded angrily. "What gives you the right to come breaking in

here?" And then it recognized Megan. "Oh . . . it's you. Little Miss Stormtrooper."

"Shut up," said Megan. "Where are they?"

"Who?"