LET HIM GET
AWAY!
GIMME A BREAK,
SARGE. THE GUY TOOK
OFF! WHAT THE HELL
WERE WE SUPPOSED
TO DO?
RUN HIM
DOWN–THE WAY
WE DID WHEN I
WAS ON THE
STREETS!
IT WAS A SIMPLE
PURSE-SNATCHING,
MORELLO. MAYBE IF
YOU SPENT MORE TIME
IN THE GYM AND LESS
IN THE DONUT SHOP,
RUNNING DOWN A
SUSPECT WOULDN’T
BE SO...
NO OFFENSE,
SERGEANT
MONDRAGON, BUT
WHEN YOU WERE ON
THE STREETS, THE
PURSE-SNATCHERS
DIDN’T HAVE
WINGS!
EXCUSE ME?
YEAH. HE
WASN’T RUNNING
AWAY. THE LITTLE
PISSANT COULD
FLY.
...AS I
SAID.
BUT WE’VE
ALREADY ASSIGNED
HALF A DOZEN MEN
TO THE HOTEL. AND I
CAN’T GIVE EVERY
VISITING DIGNITARY A
FULL DETAIL...
...I
UNDERSTAND,
BUT THAT WAS
THE POPE!
THEN TELL
TOPMAN TO CALL