He was right. They were close enough to the crash site that they’d have heard sirens in the still night air. Why hadn’t they? Andy remembered the cordon around the Compensation Army camp down on The Mall, and the one he’d seen near the bridges at the Pentagon on his way to his meet with the fixer. It took a lot of people to man those barricades. With all the police involved in that, they’d be running shorthanded elsewhere. "Maybe they’re busy."