"Outside the daycare there hummed a far different tune, one of sirens and radios and microphone static that reverberated all through the night and well into the morning. For days and days after the initial rainfall, reporters and investigators swarmed the site like ants to syrup, all desperately trying to get their fill of the sweet, bloody tragedy before them, yet those closest to the tragedy knew the two sweetest and bloodiest parts lay in the hospital a few blocks away from the daycare: one in the basement, where the corpses were being examined, and one on the sixth floor, where the listless boy in a private room lay."