Hand’s husband, John Holman, a gallery guard at the Minneapolis Institute of Art, draped an arm around her. Holman had run over the day of Pretti’s killing, joining hundreds in the street. The crowd swelled enough that agents used tear gas and a percussion grenade to try to clear the area. Holman briefly lost his hearing. “What’s happening here is the antithesis of what Minneapolis is about,” he says. “But the response? I couldn’t be prouder of my city.”