"Malone," Burris said.
"Yes, chief?"
"Jukovsky woke up on the sidewalk with the other cops all around him. There was nothing on that sidewalk but Jukovsky. Nothing could have fallen on him; it hadn't landed anywhere, if you see what I mean."
"Sure," Malone said. "But—"
"Whatever it was," Burris said, "they didn't find it. But that isn't the peculiar thing."
"No?"
"No," Burris said slowly. "Now—"
"Wait a minute," Malone said. "They looked on the sidewalk and around there. But did they think to search the car?"
"They didn't get a chance," Bur
ris said. "Anyhow, not just then. Not until they got around to picking up the pieces of the car uptown, at 125th Street."