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Drum music leaked from the house.
    "Are we talking to him?" Lucas asked the tac commander.
    "We called him on the phone, but we lost the phone," the tac commander said. "Phone company says it's out of order. We think he pulled the line."
    "How many people are in there?"
    The tac commander shrugged. "The neighbors say he's got a wife and a couple of kids, preschool kids. Don't know about anybody else."
    A television truck rolled up to the end of the street, where a patrolman stopped it. A StarTribune reporter appeared at the other end of the block, a photographer humping along behind. One of the TV crew stopped arguing with the patrolman long enough to point at Lucas and yell. When Lucas turned, she waved, and Lucas ambled down the block. Neighbors were being herded along the sidewalk.
    There'd been a birthday party going on at one house and a half-dozen kids floated helium balloons over the gathering crowd. It looked like a carnival, Lucas thought.
    "What's happening, Davenport?" the TV reporter yelled past the patrolman. The reporter was a Swede of the athletic variety, with high cheekbones, narrow hips and blood-red lipstick. A cameraman stood next to her, his camera focused on the Bluebird house.
    "That killing down at the Indian Center today? We think we got the guy trapped inside."
    "He got hostages?" the reporter asked. She didn't have a notebook.
    "We don't know."
    "Can we get any closer? Any way? We need a better angle...."
    Lucas glanced around the blocked-off area.
    "How about if we try to get you in that alley over there, between those houses? You'll be further away, but you'll have a direct shot at the front...."
    "Something's going down," the cameraman said. He was looking at the Bluebird house through his camera's tele-photo setting.
    "Ah, shit," said the reporter. She tried to ease past the patrolman to stand next to Lucas, but the patrolman blocked her with a hip.
    "Catch you later," Lucas said over his shoulder as he turned and started back.
    "C'mon, Davenport..."
    Lucas shook his head and kept going. The ERU team leader on the porch of the left-hand house was yelling at Bluebird's. He got a response, stepped back a bit and took out a handset.
    "What?" asked Lucas, when he got back to the command unit.
    "He said he's sending his people out," said a cop on a radio.
    "I'm backing everybody off," said the tac commander. As Lucas leaned on the roof to watch, the tac commander sent a patrolman scrambling aloog the row of cars, to warn the ERUs and the uniformed officers that people were com- ing out of the house. A moment later, a white towel waved at the door and a woman stepped out, holding a baby. She was dragging another kid, maybe three years old, by one arm.
    "Come on, come on, you're okay," the detective called out. She looked back once, then walked quickly, head down, on the sidewalk through the line of cars.
    Lucas and the tac commander moved over to intercept her.
    "Who are you?" the tac commander asked.
    "Lila Bluebird."
    "Is that your husband in there?"
    "Yes."
    "Has he got anybody with him?"
    "He's all alone," the woman said. Tears streamed down her face. She was wearing a man's cowboy shirt and shorts made of stretchy black material spotted with lint fuzzies. The baby clung to her shirt, as though he knew what was going on; the other kid hung on her hand. "He said to tell you he'll be out in a minute."
    "He drunk? Crack? Crank? Anything like that?"
    "No. No alcohol or drugs in our house. But he's not right."
    "What's that? You mean he's crazy? What..."
    The question was never finished. The door of the Bluebird house burst open and Tony Bluebird hurdled onto the lawn, running hard. He was bare-chested, the long obsidian blade dangling from his neck on a rawhide thong. Two eagle feathers were pinned to his headdress and he had pistols in both hands. Ten feet off the porch, he brought them up and opened fire on the nearest squad, closing on the cops behind it. The cops shot him to pieces. The gunfire