Dick Joy turned away, then back.
“I have just been handed a notice that Mayor Cadigan wishes to say a few words and I hereby introduce him, His Honor the Mayor, Joseph F. Cadigan!”
His balding, fragmentarily curly-haired Honor glared.
“Friends,” he said chokingly, “whatever madman is responsible for this outrageous act will not go unpunished. I call upon the City’s Finest to track him down and bring him to justice.
“I am for justice, for equality and peace. I—”
His Honor was apparently determined to use all the time he could. Being a newscast, it was for free.
I killed the stereo. And the visio rang. It was Phil Pollini, the C. I. Chief.
“Monk,” he said, “guess you’ve seen the stereo. Al’s out to fix the Mayor’s wagon.”
“Say that again,” I said, having a brainstorm.
“Now, look—” he started.