B ud rolled his first victim almost by accident. He'd taken a wrong 
turn into a cul-de-sac and inadvertently trapped a black man and woman and a 
couple of little kids who'd blundered in there before him. They had a scared 
look about them, like a lot of the new arrivals did, and Bud noticed the way 
the man's gaze lingered on his Sights, wondering whether those crosshairs, 
invisible to him, were centered on him, his lady, or his kid.