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It wasn’t too long before the sirens were wailing. The two policemen and an ambulance arrived at about the same time. They took one look at the two men on the ground and hurriedly loaded them into the ambulance, while the cops watched us, guns drawn.
“All right,” one of them said, as the ambulance pulled away, “who are you and what’s this all about?”
“My name is Milo March,” I said. “This is my friend George Henderson. I’m an insurance investigator. Those two men were involved in a case I’m working on. They blocked the road, as you can see, and tried to kill us when we had to stop. I don’t know if you recognized them, but they are both professional killers.”
“Doesn’t look like they were so professional this time,” the cop said dryly. His g*n was in his hand and he was watching both
