He didn’t see a cop come quietly around the stack. Moving silently, the cop crept up to him.
“Stick your hands up!” the cop barked suddenly.
Tux swung around, firing from the hip.
The cop staggered, dropped on one knee and shot at Tux.
Tux took the slug in the belly. He tottered, fired again, saw the cop drop on his face, then Tux bent double, took a back, overbalanced, and went crashing through the skylight to the passage below.
IV
Johnny and Rose had been listening to the shooting.
Rose leaned against the wall, her face white and her eyes large. Johnny sat on the edge of the bed, holding his gun in his lap, his face twitching.
“He shouldn’t have tried to get away,” Rose said fearfully. “It was my fault. He’ll be killed.”
“Shut up!” Johnny snarled. “Let me listen.”