The Bomb

Don's POV:

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I called for a cook to clear the table, my mind still on the explosion. I didn't finish my food because my appetite was poor. Once the table was empty, I returned to the quarters provided to me by Romano, pulled out the carton from my drawer, and examined the bomb's fragments.

I turned on my laptop, continuing from where I had begun in my research, trying to understand what device was used. What type of bomb was it and how it was attached to the baby carrier without anyone taking notice?

"What kind of bomb is this?" I muttered, scrolling through pages of explosive devices.

Hours passed and finally, my extensive research came to an end when I stumbled upon a match and realized that it was a computer-controlled bomb, capable of indefinite delay. Detonation could occur at any moment, triggered remotely.

But I needed confirmation.

I dialed Cowen's number. "Send a bomb technician over. I need expert analysis."

The technician arrived later and we sat in my study, surrounded