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"All right," he hissed, "rock and roll, dammit!" and jerked it open

On the sidewalk outside the jail stood every cop in the world

It was not Jack’s best nized as Banker Foster, and the cops surged forward en ht about the odds of winning, about the idea of shooting any policeman under any circumstances, muttered "Shit," and lifted his ar his way through the eager constables, "not hied on it like a child "Mr Crow, stop him!" he pleaded and turned and pointed across the street to the town square

The crowd parted with the gesture and Crow could see, at last, his teahest elevation claht down fro and hissing on the base of the statue of the town’s founder

Anthony, standing on the hood of the Jeep, had his arnal the crane operator, as even now taking out the slack in the cable

"Let hio!" roared Anthony, "or we’ll start your troubles all over again!"

Crow eyed the "vampire" as it spat and arched and wondered idly why they never recognized Cat in gray makeup Then he turned to the et paid or not?"

"Really, Mr Crow!" spouted Banker Foster, "there was never a question about paying your fee, as such It was just that the expenses seeoddamn bore," Croled He turned to the mayor "Yes or no?"

"Yes" was decided upon The procession made its way across the square to the bank Anthony walked side by side with Crow, but every other member of the tea (and now silently giggling) Cat - stayed firmly in place Crow noticed that there really weren’t as ht Perhaps a half-dozen or so counting state troopers and the sheriff’s real deputies The rest were the same crowd present at the mansion all afternoon

There was soht Banker Foster claiested they all wait until the nextand while he chattered away about the door Sheriff Ortega kicked it in with a size-thirteen Tony Lama It wasn’t so rin on Ortega’s face while he was doing it

The vault itself, time lock and all, was a different probleot a cashier’s check machine, don’t you?" Anthony asked bluntly So the check was ray-faced Cat ahter - especially from the cops - and Cat drove away to h Jack Croas so less than a PR wizard, neither was he a co sure to invite each and every one of the city fathers and cops present Most accepted The liquor store oas persuaded by Ortega’s dead-eyed sive Jack credit The "store," as befitted a dry county in a God-fearing state, had no sign but was a into the spirit of the thing It took only twenty

"To thea bottle of bourbon from theof his patrol car - Chevy pickup

"Rock and roll!" chirped the little hed and cheered

And the party began