“News that Karl Dahl had escaped had reached him via the ten o'clock news Friday night. Stan could hardly remember the next cou- ple of hours. He had gone into a rage. The pressure in his brain had been such that he had believed his head was going to explode, that he would be found that way on the floor of his living room, and every- one would assume he had killed himself.
He had overturned furniture. He had kicked a hole in a wall. He had gone into a closet and brought out every gun he owned. He had emptied his service weapon into his couch. That none of his neigh- bors had called the police was testimony to how his neighborhood had gone down over the years.”