It was the last cop that bothered Tony the most. This man, Jackson, was a city detective. He was tall and black and slender, save for a forehead broad enough to be any boxer’s worst nightmare. He wore a wedding band. He had cool brown eyes. When he talked to Tony in the wood-tabled, high-windowed interview room at the police station, his voice was level and undemanding, as if he had all the time in the world.
Jackson, like the other two cops, wanted to know what Tony saw. Tony told all three of them the same thing: he had one outside for some air and a figure ran past him. The figure appeared to be wearing a raincoat. The figure stuffed something into the pocket of said raincoat. The figure did not appear to be wearing any pants. When Tony asked the figure if he was OK, the figure took off.

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