Helen and Julia Chen, the uniformed cop, had been given the honor of the couches in the bomb shelter, and Emile snored away on the rec-room couch, leaving the rest of them to find space on the carpet, using blankets and comforters from Nolan's linen closet to soften their rest. What was happening out there? The fridge in the wet bar hummed away, indicating that even though the lights were out, the power was back on. Bertrand rose quietly, retrieved his Glock from the end table and padded up the stairs. He listened carefully at the steel door before he slid back the bolt and crept into the kitchen. A peek beyond the living-room drapes proved that the first blush of pre-dawn, a faint purple, teased the horizon and played tricks with the eyes. Was it really less black or was it false dawn? How long could the rippers stay out at night? Bertrand crept up to Nolan's office and booted the dead man's Mac. Nolan had given Bertrand the password—tommYgun—so it was no problem to get online. Bertrand first checked his Facebook account, but like last week, none of his friends from university had posted any updates.
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