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           Suddenlythehospitalentrancewaywasfloodedwithuniformedpoliceanddetectives.Michaelheavedasighofrelief.GoodoldSonnymusthavegottenthroughrightaway.Hemovedforwardtomeetthem.

           Twohuge,burlypolicemengrabbedhisarms.Anotherfriskedhim.Amassivepolicecaptain,goldbraidonhiscap,cameupthesteps,hismenpartingrespectfullytoleaveapath.Hewasavigorousmanforhisgirthanddespitethewhitehairthatpeekedoutofhiscap.Hisfacewasbeefyred.HecameuptoMichaelandsaidharshly,"IthoughtIgotallyouguineahoodslockedup.Whothehellareyouandwhatareyoudoinghere?"

           OneofthecopsstandingbesideMichaelsaid,"He’sclean,Captain."

           Michaeldidn’tanswer.Hewasstudyingthispolicecaptain,coldlysearchinghisface,themetallicblueeyes.Adetectiveinplainclothessaid,"That’sMichaelCorleone,theDon’sson."

           Michaelsaidquietly,"Whathappenedtothedetectiveswhoweresupposedtobeguardingmyfather?Whopulledthemoffthatdetail?"

           Thepolicecaptainwascholericwithrage."Youfuckinghood,whothehellareyoutotellmemybusiness?Ipulledthemoff.Idon’tgiveashithowmanydagogangsterskilleachother.Ifitwasuptome,Iwouldn’tliftafingertokeepyouroldmanfromgettingknockedoff.Nowgetthehelloutofhere.Getoutofthisstreet,youpunk,andstayoutofthishospitalwhenit’snotvisitinghours."

           Michaelwasstillstudyinghimintently.Hewasnotangryatwhatthispolicecaptainwassaying.Hismindwasracingfuriously.