The fallout has been raining down on Denver since the blast, repercussions intended and not, and eventualities planned for rearing their heads in unexpected ways. The worldly and cliche say expect the unexpected, but there's only so many ways you can hedge your bets before you've parlayed yourself into a corner.
Here are the odds. Who they favor? Depends on what side you're putting your money on.
The interested parties, those privy to certain facts of the investigation through direct or indirect means, may find it especially surprising that there's still only the vaguest police sketch of a man – a wiry coyote of a man with devilish facial hair and a shifty gaze that speaks of either mischief or madness, both with a dangerous need for destruction – that circulates on the news outlets and around law enforcement circles on the all points bulletin.
It's what doesn't come that is disconcerting.
A hard photograph of the man seems to never surface. The surveillance video released always seems to show him at a hard angled profile or from behind.
A name for the bomber never worms its way from the pile of information still being sorted through. Those who have made certain calls and filed certain briefings with superiors may find this fact surprising. Nathan will find his contacts surprisingly mum about the identity of the suspect. Those higher up in the food chain have task forces working on discerning his whereabouts and securing his apprehension. Even the suspect may find this surprising.
Only Dogwood makes its way into the papers, and even then it's as group he may or may not be affiliated with. They are portrayed with the colored sort of history that thrilling action films and Soldier of Fortune articles are cut from.
And so the world slowly begins to move on and the people that populate it continue to look over their shoulders, jumping at misfiring cars and gazing suspiciously at every hooded figure with a bag or cell phone.
Here are the odds. Who they favor? Depends on what side you're putting your money on.
The interested parties, those privy to certain facts of the investigation through direct or indirect means, may find it especially surprising that there's still only the vaguest police sketch of a man – a wiry coyote of a man with devilish facial hair and a shifty gaze that speaks of either mischief or madness, both with a dangerous need for destruction – that circulates on the news outlets and around law enforcement circles on the all points bulletin.
It's what doesn't come that is disconcerting.
A hard photograph of the man seems to never surface. The surveillance video released always seems to show him at a hard angled profile or from behind.
A name for the bomber never worms its way from the pile of information still being sorted through. Those who have made certain calls and filed certain briefings with superiors may find this fact surprising. Nathan will find his contacts surprisingly mum about the identity of the suspect. Those higher up in the food chain have task forces working on discerning his whereabouts and securing his apprehension. Even the suspect may find this surprising.
Only Dogwood makes its way into the papers, and even then it's as group he may or may not be affiliated with. They are portrayed with the colored sort of history that thrilling action films and Soldier of Fortune articles are cut from.
And so the world slowly begins to move on and the people that populate it continue to look over their shoulders, jumping at misfiring cars and gazing suspiciously at every hooded figure with a bag or cell phone.