“Amazing story,” I said.
“Which a lot of people are helping to write every day,” Freddy said. “Made for prime time with its twists and turns, and not all of it is bad news with thousands doing whatever they can do to ease the pain.”
“A learning experience in more ways than one for most of us,” I said. “Who knew police had a helicopter camera that could see through the canvas covering the boat in somebody’s backyard? Turns out the younger brother was bleeding bad and out of it.
“For that matter, who would have guessed anyone would bomb the finish area of the marathon?”
“Bombing the finish? Brilliant because half the world is watching,” Freddy said. “Deciding to keep the bombing business going? Not so good if they believed they wouldn’t get caught. The older one gets killed and the younger one’s on hold.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I said. “They didn’t plan to lay low — not with other bombs in their possession. They apparently took time out to party a bit, and then they decided to go off to New York, to go big-time, as though the marathon wasn’t.
“They had to know sooner or later they’d get caught.”
“Who knows what stupidity lurks in the hearts of men?” Freddy said.
“It’s late, but we’re finding out,” I said.
“We’re also finding out about the Sox,” Freddy said. “Let us be thankful.”
Bill Plante is a Newbury resident and staff columnist. His email address is email@example.com.