She felt the words before she saw the object. She felt the words although no one had spoken them. This is how a crowd brings things to single consciousness...The headlights swept the billboard and she heard a sound from the crowd, a gasp that shot into sobs and moans and the cry of some unnameable painful elation...Because when the train lights hit the dimmest part of the billboard, a face appeared above the misty lake and it belonged to the murdered girl. A dozen women clutched their heads, they whooped and sobbed, a spirit a godsbreath passing through the crowd.
Edgar was in body shock..."
The Angel Esmeralda Nine Stories by Don DeLillo