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of God had they been spared.
    But these others . . . She glanced back sadly at the heavyset woman’s frozen eyes. Dios toma ellos almas.
    God take their souls.
    But by the time the police came she had to be long gone.
    â€œChildren, quick!” she said, dragging them toward the garage. “We must get out of here now!”

CHAPTER TEN
    T hirty minutes later, the tears ran freely in the Bachmans’ kitchen. Tears mixed with horror and elation.
    â€œYou saved their lives,” Roxanne said as she dabbed Lauritzia’s cheek with a cloth and hugged her. Held her as warmly and gratefully as if Lauritzia was one of her own. “There’s nothing we can do that can ever thank you enough.”
    Mr. B rushed home. They told Lauritzia over and over that she was a hero. But she knew she wasn’t a hero. She knew she was anything but that.
    Still shaking and in tears, Jamie and Taylor sat in their parents’ arms and told them how Lauritzia had pulled them to the elevator floor before they even realized what was happening, and how she had covered them with her body as the shooting broke out, shielding them from harm, and then got them out of there.
    â€œIt must have been so horrible,” Roxanne said over and over, tears in her own eyes, unable to let them out of her arms.
    â€œ It was. It was,” Taylor said, her face buried in the crook of her mother’s arm. “Mommy, I saw this woman and she was—”
    â€œDon’t talk about it. Don’t talk about it, honey.” Roxanne pressed her daughter to her cheek, stroking her hair.
    Jamie, still white as a ghost, could barely speak at all.
    â€œMaybe we should contact the police,” Mr. Bachman said. He had rushed home from his law office in Stamford as soon as his wife called. “You got a look at him, didn’t you?”
    â€œNot a good one,” Lauritzia said. “I was on the ground. No, please, no police. That is not a good idea.”
    â€œMaybe later, Harold,” Roxanne said. “You can see how they’re all still rattled.”
    â€œYes.” Lauritzia nodded. “Maybe later. If they need me.”
    â€œAnyway, there were witnesses all over,” Roxanne Bachman said. “We don’t have to involve the kids.”
    Mrs. B was tall and pretty, and usually wore her shoulder-length blond hair in a short ponytail. And she was very smart; Lauritzia knew she had once been in the financial investment business. That was how she and Mr. B first met. Now she did a lot of charity work for the school. And did yoga and ran marathons. And was the president of the neighborhood in Old Greenwich, where they lived.
    â€œIt’s just all so horrible.” Roxanne couldn’t stop squeezing her kids.
    â€œThey’re saying it was some kind of drug thing,” Harold said. His prematurely gray hair always gave him an air of importance, and Lauritzia knew he was important; he was a senior partner in a big law firm. “There was no immediate connection to any of the victims, but one of the people who was wounded has a record for selling drugs or something . . .”
    â€œSí, it was horrible,” Lauritzia agreed. They would never know how horrible. Yes, those poor people, Lauritzia knew, feeling ashamed.
    â€œYou ought to get that looked at,” Roxanne said of her wound. “I can take you to the emergency room—”
    â€œNo, the blood has stopped. It’s nothing.”
    â€œAnyway, you should lie down. You’re still in shock. I’ll look in my medicine cabinet. I might have something.”
    â€œYes, I think that would be good.” Lauritzia nodded.
    Roxanne put her hand to Lauritzia’s cheek. “Look how close this came . . . We can never make up to you what you did for us today.”
    Soon the phones began to ring.
    Mrs. B’s parents. Judy and Arn. Roxanne had called them, having told them the kids were heading to the