Killeano sat down, muttering. I guess he wanted to be thought a decent citizen too.
“Come on,” Flaggerty snarled, standing over me. “You killed those five men, didn’t you?”
“Five punks with the trigger itch tried to shoot me and I defended myself,” I said quietly. “If that’s what you mean, then I did kill them.”
Flaggerty swung around to the stenographer and threw out his arms.
“A self-confessed killer of five innocent men!” he bawled.
That got Killeano on his feet again, but I was getting sick of this.
“Skip it,” I said to Killeano. “The facts are on record and the New York D.A.’s given me a clean bill. Who do you think cares what a lousy small-town copper says? Save your breath.”
Flaggerty looked like he was going to have a hemorrhage.
“Get on with it,” Killcano snapped, sitting down and giving me a hard look.
“We’ll see who cares or not,” Flaggerty said, clenching his fists. “Now I’ll tell you something.