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e the window； so he fell no more than three feet to the iron floor of the fire escape； but it seemed to him that he was falling through space for a very long time； and it seemed to him that he hit the iron slats with the force of a meteor slamming into the earth。
There were two bullets in his chest。
He had never been shot before； not when he'd been a Marine participating in the Iwo Jima landings； and not since he'd joined the police force。 He had seen wounded men； a lot of wounded men； when he'd been in the service； but somehow he had detached the wound itself from the event which had caused the wound。 He had been raised on the kid games of Cops and Robbers； Cowboys and Indians； bang！ I got you！ bang！ you're dead！ and there had always been something glamorous to the idea of getting shot。 Even when he had seen the open gaping wounds； the notion of glamour had persisted。
He knew now that the notion was false； and he wondered which con man had ever sold him such a silly bill of goods。 When the bullets slammed into his chest； he felt nothing at first but impact。 He had been punched before； punched with hard driving fists that had knocked the wind out of him； and he knew what it felt like to be hit。 He had once been struck with a hammer swung by a delirious building superintendent； catching the blow on his shoulder； feeling the sharp sudden pain of metal against flesh。 But he had never been shot； and he knew now that when a man got shot he didn't daintily clutch his chest and say； 〃Uggggh！〃 and then do a fancy movie…extra dive。 He knew that the force of a bullet was like the force of a steam lootive； and he knew that when you got hit with a bullet； you got knocked off your feet。 It was as simple as that。 Maybe everyone didn't get knocked off his feet when he was shot； but the bullets that struck Hernandez spun him around from his crouch and then knocked him flat to the fire escape。
He felt only impact and shock at first； and then the cold sensation of falling through space； will…less； unable to control himself； simply falling； falling； and then colliding with metal； powerless to stick out his arms to cushion the fall。
And then he was on fire。
The fire engulfed him。 It started with the two gaping holes in his back where the bullets had left his body； and then ran straight through his body like burning tunnels to the two smaller holes at the points of entry； and then suddenly flared up to consume his entire chest； and then his shoulders； and then his throat and his face； a roaring fire。 He found it hard to breathe； he sucked in air through his parted lips； and he dimly realized that one of the bullets must have gone through a lung； and then blood bubbled out of his mouth； and he thought it was saliva until he saw its bright…red splash on the cuff of his shirt； and then he panicked。
Gasping for breath； his body on fire； pain lancing through him； he felt the panic rush into his head and settle behind his eyes like a pair of thumbs pressing outward。 More blood bubbled from his mouth。
Giddily； he wondered if he were going to die。
The thumbs kept pressing against the backs of his eyes； spreading darkness which came in waves and retreated。 He could hear shouting in the street below。 He wondered if they'd collared whoever had done the yelling。
He wanted to puke。
He felt the nausea start deep in his stomach； tasted the vomit in his throat； and then the fire escape was spinning； the sky was spinning； the world was spinning； and he choked on his own blood and crashed into unconsciousness。
The boys had vanished like Arabian horse thieves。
Zip had begun running the moment he'd shouted the warning to Miranda； shoving his way through the crowd； dashing around the corner。 Papa and Sixto； as soon as they realized what had happened； followed him。 All three were gone before Byrnes； Carella； and Parker rushed from the doorway of the tenement。
Byrnes turned his head toward the fire escape instantly。 〃Frankie！〃 he yelled。 〃Frankie！〃 There was no answer。
〃What happened？〃 Parker asked； struggling to catch his breath。 〃Is he dead？〃
〃I don't know。 He's just laying up there。 We got to get him down。〃 He stared suddenly at the sidewalk beneath the fire escape。 〃What the hell is 。。。 Jesus！ Jesus Christ！〃
〃What is it？〃 Carella asked。
〃That's blood！〃 Byrnes said； something like awe in his voice。 〃That's blood dripping down！〃
The men watched the steady patter of drops to the pavement。 The drops fell silently； as straight as arrows； one after the other； spattering to the pavement in an ever…widening stain。
〃We got to get him off there；〃 Byrnes said。
〃It was a kid who yelled the warning to Miranda；〃 one of the patrolmen said。
〃Leave it to the kids；〃 Byrnes said； shaking his head。 〃Sometimes I think the kids in this precinct are more damn trouble than all the professional thieves put together。〃
〃It ain't them；〃 Parker said； watching the dripping blood in fascination。 〃It's the parents。 They e here without even knowing how to speak the language。 What the hell can you expect？〃
〃My old man had a brogue you could cut with a knife；〃 Byrnes said。 〃What's that got to do with。。。〃
〃What'd you say； Lieutenant？〃 a reporter behind the barricade asked。 〃About the kids？〃
〃Nothing for publication。〃
〃You think the kids today will grow up to be like Pepe Miranda？〃
〃No。 That's not what I think。〃
〃What do you think； Lieutenant？〃
〃I think we've got a bleeding man on that fire escape； a man who may be dying。 I think I want to get him off there while there's still a chance for him； and I think you'd better get off my back before I restrict the area to all reporters。〃
〃Don't get touchy；〃 the reporter said。 〃I've got to peg this story on something。〃
〃On something？ What the hell do you want？ A Barnum and Bailey circus？ Peg it on Miranda； peg it on Frankie Hernandez who may be up there dead； for all I know！〃
〃Life is cheap； Lieutenant；〃 the reporter said。
〃Is it？ Then peg your story on your asshole！ And leave me alone！〃 Angrily； Byrnes strode off toward the squad car。
〃Boy；〃 the reporter said； raising his eyebrows。 〃He's sure got a low boiling point； hasn't he？〃
〃He's been working in this precinct for a long time now；〃 Parker said。 〃This ain't exactly the garden spot of the universe。〃
〃I'm only trying to get some ideas about Miranda； that's all；〃 the reporter said。 〃What the hell； nobody's job is easy。〃
〃You want some ideas on Miranda？〃 Parker asked。 〃Then look around you。 Miranda's only the end product。 You don't have to be in that apartment with him to know what he's like。 Just look around you； pal。 You'll see Miranda in every stage of his development。〃 Parker nodded sagely。 〃Just take a look；〃 and then he followed Byrnes to the patrol car。
Tommy and Li'1 Killer saw Cooch the moment he came around the corner。
〃Hey； Tommy；〃 Phil said。 〃There's one of them。〃
〃One of who？〃
〃The Latin Purples。 Man； if the cops spot that jacket。。。〃
〃Call him over；〃 Tommy said。
〃What for？〃
〃To tip him off。 You want the cops to get him？〃
〃Who cares they get him or not？ He's a jerk。〃
〃Jerk or no； I don't like the cops to score。 Call him over。〃
Phil shrugged。 〃Hey！ Hey； kid！ Hey； you！〃
Cooch； who had been searching the crowd for Zip and the boys； stopped dead in his tracks； recognizing the gold jackets at once； hesitating。
〃e here；〃 Phil said。
Cooch approached the crate warily。 〃You talking to me？〃
〃Yeah； Hey； what's your name again？〃
〃Me？〃
〃Yeah； who do you think？ I forget your name。 What is it again。〃
〃Cooch。〃
〃Sure。 Cooch。 That's right。〃 Phil nodded。 〃Cooch； this is Tommy Ordiz； he's war counselor for the Royal Guardians。 He's maybe got a tip for you。〃
〃What kind of tip？〃 Cooch asked suspiciously。
〃On the fourth at Hialeah；〃 Phil said； and he burst out laughing。
〃Don't clown around；〃 Tommy warned。 〃You want this tip； Cooch？〃
〃Who's clowning？〃 Phil said。 〃Rrrrrrracing fans。。。〃
〃Knock it off！〃
〃I was just。。。〃
〃Knock it off！〃
Phil fell silent。 He put his hands in his pockets and glowered at Tommy。
〃You want the tip； Cooch？〃 Tommy asked again。
〃Depends on what kind。〃
〃A good tip。 I'm being nice to you。〃 He paused。 〃Get rid of that purple jacket。〃
Cooch was silent for a moment。 Then he said； 〃Who says？〃
〃I'm giving you good advice。 Ditch the jacket。〃
〃Why？〃 Cooch said narrowly。 〃So you can say you busted a Latin Purple？〃
〃Huh？〃
〃You heard me。〃
〃Oh； man； don't be a worse meatball than you are；〃 Tommy said。 〃I got better things to do than。。。〃
〃Screw him；〃 Phil said。 〃Let him find out for himself。〃
〃You don't get no trophy from me； pal；〃 Cooch said。
〃Look；〃 Tommy started； patiently trying to explain； 〃if you keep wearing that jacket。。。〃
〃The jacket stays on！ No goddamn Royal Guardian tells me what to wear。〃
〃See？〃 Phil said。 〃What'd I tell you？ Let the creep find out for。。。〃
〃No； wait a minute； Phil；〃 Tommy said。' Something hard and cold had crept into his voice and into his eyes。 He studied Cooch minutely； and then said； 〃You ought to watch your mouth； boy； you know？〃
〃I don't have to watch nothing；〃 Cooch said。 He did not know whether or not he was afraid。 Actually； he did not feel afraid。 Not wi
