"The ambulance arrived when the police cars did. They were accompanied by a man in a black suit who had the look of a federal agent. It didn't surprise Cecily that he went right up to Tate and drew him to one side. While Cecily was being checked over by a paramedic, Gabrini, who'd already been loaded onto a gurney, was being watched by two police officers. Tate came back to Cecily while the federal agent paused by the police officers. "You can take him to the hospital to have his ribs strapped," the man told the ambulance attendant. "But we'll have transport for him to New Jersey with two federal marshals." "Marshals!" Gabrini exclaimed, holding his side, because the outburst had hurt. "Marshals," the federal agent replied. There was something menacing about the smile that accompanied the words. "It seems that you're wanted in Jersey for much more serious crimes than breaking an entering and assault with a deadly weapon, Mr. Gabrini." "Not in Jersey," Gabrini began. "No, those other charges, they're in D.C." "You'll get to D.C. eventually," the federal agent murmured, then the dark man smiled. And Gabrini knew at once that he wasn't connected in any way at all to the government. Gabrini was suddenly yelling his head off, begging for federal protection, but nobody paid him much attention. He was carried off in the ambulance with the sedan following close behind."