Wary, not actually expecting trouble but prepared for it, he parked his car across the street from the four-story brownstone apartment house. When he switched off the engine, he heard a siren wail in the street behind him. They're coming for me, he thought. Somehow they've found out I'm the one. He smiled. He wouldn't let them put the handcuffs on him. He wouldn't go easily. That wasn't his style. Frank Bollinger was not easily frightened. In fact, he couldn't remember ever having been frightened. He knew how to take care of himself. He had reached six feet when he wa
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