One blink later, through the frame of the shattered door stormed out two female figures, skinny and sinewy, equally tattered and tarnished as the man who was running terrified before them. They were chasing straight for their prey, as the man moved to within just a couple of yards from the two detectives.
Gasping for air and coughing out blood, the hunted man cried out “H-help! Please, help! They’ll kill me!”
The two rabid women were only sixty feet away from Bronson and Angelo, when the mustached detective boisterously growled first at them “Police! Stop or I’ll shoot!” and then quickly said to the wounded man who was desperately begging for salvation “Behind us, on the ground, now!”
As he uttered this, the nearer of the two frenzied women closed the distance between them and threw her
