He started when he saw Tux.
“What the hell’s going on?” Tux demanded.
“You’d better get out of here,” Cutler said. “Right now, it’s hotter than a red-hot stove.”
“What’s going on?” Tux snarled.
“Johnny Dorman’s just shot a cop.”
Tux recoiled.
“What?” His voice shot up.
“Yeah. I saw him do it.”
“Did he kill him?”
“Can you imagine Johnny making a good job of anything?” Cutler sneered. “Naw, the cop’s okay, unless, of course, he dies of fright.”