Like most everyone else in Water­town, Jen­nifer Rivera, a twenty-​​eight-​​year-​​old accoun­tant and vol­un­teer E.M.T., felt a mix­ture of relief and appre­hen­sion on Friday when, at around 6P.M., Mass­a­chu­setts Gov­ernor Deval Patrick lifted the “shelter-​​in-​​place” order that had kept her cooped up with her room­mates all day. “I mean, I know everyone had cabin fever. But I would have felt a lot safer if they’d caught him.”

She wouldn’t have long to wait. As the skies dark­ened over Boston, people left their homes to run errands, find an open restau­rant, or share sto­ries with neigh­bors. But within the hour, more shots were fired, and sirens rang through the streets once more. A line of emer­gency vehi­cles came screaming down Mt. Auburn Street, Watertown’s main strip. She fol­lowed the sound of the sirens until she was pushed up against yellow police tape, a few blocks from where Dave Hen­neberry dis­cov­ered Sus­pect Two—a.k.a. Dzhokhar Tsar­naev—hud­dled inside Henneberry’s white Sea­hawk plea­sure cruiser. There, she was joined by pen­sioners out walking their dogs, curious jour­nal­ists and neigh­bors, and a group of bois­terous teens whose pick-​​up foot­ball game had been inter­rupted by the manhunt’s denoue­ment. The teen-​​agers jos­tled each other for posi­tion as annoyed news cam­eraman tried to wave them from the frame.

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