 He may have been at the airport when the bomb went off. He may be looking for Bradley now. And with a gun. He's dead, I tell you. He's killed himself. The outburst tapered down and Mrs. Coran fell back exhausted on the couch. I called the police again. Still no news. Neither Bradley nor Coran had been located. Mrs. Coran had fallen asleep and I sat opposite her and waited.