Someone with a score of seven point five or more might show up on some personnel officer's list and they might ask what happened after the pickup. Thi... way, there was much less chance of that. It definitely looks like it was a planned move."Heidi was rubbing her forehead. "How many people do you think were involved?"I shrugged. "Probably no more than three. I wouldn't really be surprised to find that only one person was involved in the move to create the colony. Any others are likely involved. I told him it shot just fine, real bullets—or one, anyhow. "Try it if you want to," I said. He declined.After a while they loosened up enough to actually give out a bit of information rather than (as is cops' usual way) simply acting as bottomless receptacles for whatever I'd tell them. Both Golden and Quiller were, they told me, still alive and kicking. Golden, in fact, was no worse than woozy with a bad headache; he'd actually regained consciousness unaided, and had been the one to call for. " Erin! Just shut up and listen," Jay interrupted. "Sorry, but some guy just shot and killed his wife and then himself. But before he killed himself, he shot some other folks. Some are dead--but some are just wounded, like Belton. Shaniqua's with Belton and it looks like he is okay; just needs a bit of first aid." He was breathing more normally now, despite his pounding heart, but Jay seemed to be keeping his head as he processed what was going on, what needed doing, and he continued."You need. At least, not in my book they don’t.”“Sue, honey, it’s only a dance, for heaven’s sake. Plenty of women go to dances with guys who aren’t their husbands. Honestly, as long as the husband’s okay with it, I don’t see what’s wrong. After all, he’s a lovely guy, who’s just lost the woman he loved, and so what’s wrong with making him happy with a little harmless fun.”I paused for breath, wondering where this diatribe had come from, and softening my tone I added. “Honey, it would make Francis really.