Maybe it was the sight of his blue back or maybe I was tired of running. Either way my mind was made up before I realized it. I carefully took off the Chief's gold badge and put it on in place of my old one.
"The new Chief of Police of Nineport," I said to no one in particular.
"Yes, sir," Ned said as he passed. He put one of the prisoners down long enough to salute, then went on with his work. I returned the salute.
The hospital meat wagon hauled away the dead and wounded. I took an evil pleasure in ignoring the questioning stares of the attendants. After the doc fixed the side of my head, everyone cleared out. Ned mopped up the floor. I ate ten aspirin and waited for the hammering to stop so I could think what to do next.
When I pulled my thoughts together the answer was obvious. Too obvious. I made as long a job as I could of reloading my gun.
"Refill your handcuff box, Ned. We are going out."
Like a good cop he asked no questions. I locked the outside door when we left and gave him the key.
"Here. There's a good chance you will be the only one left to use this before the day is over."
I stretched the drive over to China Joe's place just as much as I could. Trying to figure if there was another way of doing it. There wasn't. Murder had been done and Joe was the boy I was going to pin it on. So I had to get him.