“Burt and his friends are dead,” Charon announced. “What’s that?” said a voice that was fully waking up. “You heard me. The State Police in Somerset have them bagged. Angelo, too, what’s left of him. The lab is gone, Henry. The drugs are gone, and they have Xantha in custody.” There was actually some satisfaction in this. Charon was still enough of a cop that the demise of a criminal operation was not yet a matter of grief for him. “What the fuck is going on?” a shrill voice inquired. “I think I can tell you that, too. We need to meet.”
