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George
Senator George Tobias shifted his throbbing legs in the back seat of the squad car he had entered to warm himself. His body ached like he had the flu. He hadn’t fully recovered from the physical trauma but, short of a coma, nothing could keep him away. Even though that bastard Kariakos had evaded them, participating in the pursuit beat the hell out of waiting by the phone.
Darkness had descended on Manhattan. Holiday shoppers in the area jammed the retail stores and clogged the main streets. Vendors hawked hot dogs, newspapers, and theater tickets. The NYPD attempting to maintain an open artery for emergencies, barricaded the inside lanes with blue and whites, contributing to the problem.
“We scoured the surrounding area and the buildings from top to bottom,” the officer said
