"stopped after the sirens blared past him. Milo raised his head. Seeing no one, he darted from the garbage heap and raced down the road to his car. As he drove away from the abandoned building, he held tight to the steering wheel to keep his hands from shaking. Lyra had barely escaped being shot by her attackers, and he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He had put his love in terrible danger. This was all his fault. He never should have told Mr. Merriam about her. Tears flooded his eyes. Letting her go was the only way Milo could save her. TWENTY-THREE The good news was that the two men trying to kill Sam and Lyra were now in handcuffs. The bad news was that they weren't the two men who had broken into her apartment. Sam drove her to the police station where the men were being processed. She stood in a tiny room behind a one-way mirror and waited while Sam stepped out into the hall to talk to two other agents. Ed, the man who had delivered the car, saw her and came in. "I looked at the car, and not a single bullet touched it. The perps were either lousy shots or Agent Kincaid was too fast for them." Shaking his head, he repeated, "Not a single bullet." Sam walked up behind Lyra and put his hands on her shoulders. "They're bringing them up. Ready?" "Yes," she answered. "Have they said anything?" "Yes. They want lawyers." Two men were led into the interrogation room. They hadn't even taken their seats when Lyra said, "They aren't"