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y of Hollywood…type gangland movies； Pepe Miranda had broken out of an apartment the day before； and today he had shot a patrolman and a detective； and the possibility existed that he might shoot a few more detectives … or even another lowly patrolman or two … before the festivites were over。 And； granting this possibility； there was the further possibility that he could and might break out of this apartment today； foiling the police； the Breen Office； the brothers Warner； and even Anthony Boucher。 In any case； this time the cops were playing it safe。 One of their patrolmen had been carted away in an ambulance； and one of their detectives lay spilling his blood； drop by drop； to the sidewalk below； and those seemed like enough casualties for one day。
So they lined up across the street like Hessians on a Massachusetts field in 1777； and they put their tear…gas guns to their shoulders； and they awaited the order which would release a new volley of bullets against the windows across the street； driving Miranda back so that they could plop their triple tracer shells into the apartment。 There was nothing as sad as a crying thief； and all those valiant men in blue would watch Miranda with aching hearts as he burst into tears； but that was the way the little tear…gas pellet bounced。
Lieutenant Byrnes waved his arm at the rooftops； and the volley began。 There was no glass left to shatter； and even the window frames were so badly splintered that the new cascade of bullets seemed to seek out instinctively the relatively untouched brick surrounding the windows。 Big chunks of red brick showered onto the fire escape and the pavement below。 Hernandez； lying as still as a stone； was covered with red dust。
〃Okay；〃 Byrnes said to the men in the street； 〃get it going。 Aim for the windows and get as many in there as you can！〃
The men started firing。 The triple tracer shells arced in lazy spirals toward the window。 From inside the apartment； Miranda let out a roar like a wounded animal。 There was a hiss； and then a cloud of smoke； and then more hisslike explosions and suddenly tear gas was pouring from the open windows。 The pellets raced about the apartment like decapitated rats； designed to wriggle and squirm so that they could not be picked up and returned to the street。 The scent of apple blossoms drifted into the street； a mild scent wafted over the heads of the crowd。 Miranda was cursing a blue streak now； shouting and roaring。 He appeared at the windows once； and was driven back by a Thompson gun which all but ripped away half the side of the building。
And then； suddenly； in the street； there was a pop and a hiss； and the scent of apple blossoms was unimaginably strong； and Andy Parker reeled backward from one of the patrolmen and shouted； 〃You stupid idiot！ You goddamn stupid idiot！〃
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Well； you can't blame people for accidents。 People have accidents all the time； and cops are only people； and if a gun misfires； it misfires； and that's that。 And if a tear…gas pellet which is supposed to go zooming up through the air suddenly plops onto the asphalt and explodes there； those are just the breaks。 Maybe Parker shouldn't have been standing so close to the patrolman firing the pellet。 But accidents will happen； and Parker was standing close to the gun when it misfired； and close to the pellet when it exploded； so that he got the first mushrooming whiff of tear gas before the pellet went dizzily skipping into the crowd。 Tear gas ain't Chanel Number 5。 Especially when it goes off practically in your face。 His eyes began to burn instantly。 Blindly； he reached for his handkerchief； cursing the patrolman； and pounding the felony by rubbing the chemical deeper into his smarting eyes。
Bawling like a baby； he staggered toward the luncheonette； the handkerchief to his face。 Behind him he could hear the shrieking of the crowd as the pellet traced a crazy path among them。 People began coughing and shouting。 Byrnes was yelling orders at patrolmen。 All Parker knew was that his face and his eyes were burning。
〃Luis！〃 he shouted。 〃Luis！〃
He groped his way to the counter； the handkerchief to his face。
〃Luis； where are you？〃
There was no answer。 Parker took the handkerchief away from his face。 He tried to see past the tears in his eyes； but he saw only blurred shapes； dazzling； shimmering tears of streaked light。
〃Luis！〃 he shouted。 〃Get me some water！ I can't see。〃 He was beginning to panic。 Why didn't Luis answer him？ Why wouldn't Luis help him？ 〃Luis！ Where are you？ Help me！ Get me some water！ Luis！ Luis！〃
Luis came running from the back of the shop； his eyes wide with concern。 〃Que pasa？〃 he said。 〃Que pasa？〃
And Parker shouted。 〃Where are you； you stupid spic！〃
The words stopped Luis as effectively as bullets。 They slammed into his ears and ricocheted in his mind and then paralyzed him。 He stood with his arms at his sides； staring at Parker。
〃Luis？〃
〃Si。〃
〃For Christ's sake； get me some water。 Please get me some water。〃
〃Si；〃 Luis said。 〃Si。〃 Dazed； he moved away from the counter。
〃Hurry！〃
In the street outside； the firing had stopped。 Great billows of gas poured from the shattered windows of the apartment； hovered on the windless air。 People were covering their faces with handkerchiefs and cursing at the police for unleashing this blight。 Luis brought a bowl of water to the counter。 Parker groped for it blindly； touched the rim with his hand； and then dipped into it。 Luis watched him silently。 Parker washed his eyes and his skin； sighing； repeating the motion over and over again。 And finally he dried himself with the handkerchief and lifted his face。 Luis was still staring at him。
〃Que pasa； maricon？〃 Parker asked； grinning； using a Spanish obscenity。
〃Nothing；〃 Luis said。 He shook his head wearily。 〃Nothing。〃
〃What's the matter； huh？〃 Parker asked； still grinning。 〃What's the matter； eh； cabron？〃 Another obscenity； but there was no answering smile from Luis。
〃De nada；〃 Luis said。 〃Nothing。〃
〃You sore at me？ 'Cause I was yelling at you？ Is that it？ Man； I felt like my eyes were on fire。 You sure were a lifesaver。〃
〃St； I was a lifesaver；〃 Luis said blankly。
Parker felt suddenly uneasy。 〃Hey； e on；〃 he said。 〃You going to let a little yelling e between friends？〃
After a long while； Luis said； 〃No； Andy； I would not let a little yelling e between friends。〃
Outside； Lieutenant Byrnes lifted the megaphone to his lips。 〃Miranda？ Can you hear me？〃
〃What do you want； you son of a bitch？〃 Miranda shouted； coughing。
〃This is it； Miranda。 Are you ready to e out？ Or do we shoot our way in？〃
There was a long silence。 Parker moved quickly out of the luncheonette。 Luis was still staring at him as he left。
〃What the hell is he doing？〃 Parker asked Carella。 〃Why don't we move in right now？ I'll bet he can hardly see in there。〃
〃Pete doesn't want any more shooting unless it's absolutely necessary；〃 Carella answered。
〃Why give that punk a break？ We can go in there and mop him up in two seconds。〃
〃Suppose he starts shooting into the street again？〃
〃So what？〃
〃You want these people to get hurt？〃
〃All I want is Miranda。〃
〃And after Miranda； then what？〃 Carella asked。
〃What do you mean？〃
〃When does your private crusade stop？〃
〃What the hell are you。。。？〃
〃When are you going to forget that beating you took； Parker？〃
〃What beating？ What。。。？〃
〃You know what I'm talking about！〃
〃All right。 I'm never going to forget it；〃 Parker shouted。 〃Okay？ Never。 It taught me a lesson； buddy； and only a sap would。。。〃
〃What lesson； Parker？〃
〃It taught me you can't trust anybody in this lousy precinct； that's what it。。。〃
〃And it also taught you to be afraid；〃 Carella said。
〃What？〃
〃You heard me。 Afraid。〃
〃Look； mister； you'd just better stop right now； while you're winning。 I still ain't forgotten the time you。。。〃
〃When are you going to make a real arrest； Parker？ When are you going to stop pulling in junkies and drunks？ When are you going to tackle the real troublemakers？〃
〃I do my job！〃 Parker shouted。 〃I keep the streets clean！〃
〃By picking up the wrong garbage！〃
〃It's all garbage here！〃
〃And you're afraid of it！ You're afraid to take another beating！〃
〃You son of a bitch； I warned you to。。。〃
〃I'm waiting； Miranda！〃 Byrnes shouted； and both men turned their attention to the lieutenant。 Carella's fists were bunched。 Parker glowered at him； and then walked to where Byrnes was standing。
〃How about it； Miranda？ Give it up！ You haven't got a chance。〃
〃What chance do I have if I e out？ That old lady died； didn't she？〃
〃What old lady？〃
〃The one I mugged；〃 Miranda said。 He went into a fit of coughing which lasted for several moments。 Then his voice came from the apartment again。 〃Tell the truth； cop。〃
〃That woman's still alive； Miranda。〃
〃I shouldn't have hit her；〃 Miranda said。 His voice faded。 〃I needed money。 I had to。。。〃 He paused for a long time。 〃She's dead； ain't she？〃
〃She's alive； I told you。〃
〃You're lying to me。 You'll never get me out of here； cop。 You think I'm ing out to face a murder rap？〃
〃The woman's alive。 If you force us to e in after you； you haven't got a chance。〃
〃I got news for you； cop。 I never did have one。〃
〃Okay； so make it easy on yourself now。〃
〃For what？ In payment for all the crap I've taken from cops since I was old enough to walk？〃
〃You dished out a bit yourself； Miranda。 Let's cut the talking。 Yes or no？ Do you e out with your hands up； or do we blast you out？〃
〃You want me； e and earn your salary。〃
〃Okay； you're calling it。 There's just no talking to you； is there？ Okay； we're ing in。〃
〃Hey 。。。 hey； cop！〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Listen； I 。。。 I want a priest。〃
〃A what？〃
〃A priest。 I 。。。 I wanna talk to a priest。〃
〃Will you e out if we get you one？〃
〃Send him up here。 I gotta talk to him。〃
〃Why？ Are you hit？〃
〃No； I ain't hit。 Goddamnit； do I need a federal warrant to get a priest？ Can't I get anything in this friggin' city without having to beg for it？〃
〃Just a minute； Miranda。〃 Byrnes put down the megaphone。 〃What do you think； Steve？〃
〃It's a trick；〃 Carella said。
〃Sure；〃 Parker said。 〃He don't want no priest。 All he
