“Hey you!” the cop said, pointing his night stick at Ken. “I want a word with you.”
“What is it?” Ken said, his heart sinking.
Johnny stepped back.
“You answer to the description of Kenway Holland, wanted for questioning at headquarters. Are you Holland ?”
Ken saw Johnny move slightly behind the cop, his hand flash to his hip pocket.
“No!” Ken exclaimed. “Don’t… !”
The cop spun around, but he was too late.
The crash of gunfire shattered the silence. Horrified, Ken saw the cop
drop to his knees and then roll over. He made to bend over him, but Johnny grabbed his arm and dragged him down a dark alley.
“Run!” Johnny said thickly. “Come on, you fool! They’ll be after us!”