I put the barrel of my .45 between his eyes, after we threw the debris off his bloody face, while Frank cuffed him and read him his rights. Frank then grabbed him at the collar, just below his Adam’s apple, and with one hand yanked the kid to his feet. Frank picking Martinez up was like Goliath picking up a rag doll. One yank and the kid was flying off the floor, then slammed hard down on his feet with another jerk of Frank"s hand.
We backed out of the dive with the uniforms in the front covering the crowd with riot guns, and with me in front of Frank and our suspect, until we got to the alley. Closing the door, we hurried out of the alley and met Nut and Flack in front of their black-and-white.
“Everybody out?” I asked, concerned.
“Clear,” Flack nodded, grinning at Martinez, “Is this o
