Chapter XXIII
ANXIOUS HOURS
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Mixed sounds penetrated through a maze of pain which filled Bob’s head when he finally started to regain consciousness.
First of all there was the noise of police sirens which seemed to fill the night air with their shrieks.
Bob managed to raise himself up on one elbow just as a car careened around the corner and screeched to a stop. Men fairly poured from the car and Bob could see that each was heavily armed.
Lights gleamed in the disrupted street and Bob turned to look for the car which he had commandeered and from which he had been so roughly jerked. It had vanished and only the damaged taxi remained.
The echo of the gunfire had died away.
A beam of light focused on Bob and a sharp command followed.
“Don’t move!”
At the moment Bob ached too much to care whether he ever moved. Someone came up from behind him and jerked him roughly to his feet.
“Snap a pair of handcuffs on this bird. We’ll question him later.” The command was from an officer who seemed to be in charge of the squad. From back down the street more sirens shrilled and Bob saw two more cars pull to a stop and officers unload hastily.