"So can we," Dyer said. "That's what we do with rifles."
Sordman ran his fingers through his hair. "Stay under cover then. And if I get him pacified, let him live."
The wall phone buzzed.
"Sordman."
"This is the Manager. He stole a hatchet in the leisure store. He's out in the park."
"Did anybody try to stop him?"
"I cleared the place out."
"Some of your tenants are going after him. Don't let anybody else join them. I wish myself they wouldn't go."
After he hung up the three of them went up a floor and rang the buzzer of a one-tenant apartment. As politely as they could, Lee and George bundled the occupant out.