The secondary devices
by digby
The first time I heard them was at the corner of Massachusetts Avenue and Commonwealth Avenue where a police officer told me, “Across the street we have a secondary device on a bench down the block.” The second time I heard them was four blocks East — closer to the bloodied finish line of this year’s Boston Marathon, which is not going to be remembered like any other Boston Marathon, or any other footrace in the history of the world — another police officer told me, “Across the street we have a secondary device on the island in the middle of Commonwealth Avenue.” I crossed the street and walked east across an alley between the buildings. The third and last time I heard it was at the corner of Clarendon Street and Commonwealth Avenue. I had walked down an unguarded block and had come out one block below where the afternoon’s bloodshed had taken place. A policeman told me, “We have the possibility of another device. You are not safe here. Please move along for your own safety.” She did not appear to be kidding. You could smell the blood a block and a half away. On a day like this, everybody’s nervous. Everybody’s scared. Nobody knows anything. And everything is a secondary device.
Read on … He says you can smell the blood two blocks away.
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