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Chapter 30

           "What’sthematterwithyou?"Isaidandhithimintheface.Isawhisfaceunderthehat,upturnedmustachesandbloodcomingdownhischeek.Anotheronedoveintowardus.

           "What’sthematterwithyou?"Isaid.Hedidnotanswer.Hewaswatchingachancetograbme.Iputmyarmbehindmetoloosenmypistol.

           "Don’tyouknowyoucan’ttouchanofficer?"

           Theotheronegrabbedmefrombehindandpulledmyarmupsothatittwistedinthesocket.Iturnedwithhimandtheotheronegrabbedmearoundtheneck.Ikickedhisshinsandgotmyleftkneeintohisgroin.

           "Shoothimifheresists,"Iheardsomeonesay.

           "What’sthemeaningofthis?"Itriedtoshoutbutmyvoicewasnotveryloud.Theyhadmeatthesideoftheroadnow.

           "Shoothimifheresists,"anofficersaid."Takehimoverback."

           "Whoareyou?"

           "You’llfindout."

           "Whoareyou?"

           "Battlepolice,"anotherofficersaid.

           "Whydon’tyouaskmetostepoverinsteadofhavingoneoftheseairplanesgrabme?"

           Theydidnotanswer.Theydidnothavetoanswer.Theywerebattlepolice.

           "Takehimbacktherewiththeothers,"thefirstofficersaid."Yousee.HespeaksItalianwithanaccent."

           "Sodoyou,you,"Isaid.

           "Takehimbackwiththeothers,"thefirstofficersaid.Theytookmedownbehindthelineofofficersbelowtheroadtowardagroupofpeopleinafieldbytheriverbank.Aswewalkedtowardthemshotswerefired.Isawflashesoftheriflesandheardthereports.Wecameuptothegroup.

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