The Case of the Crime King

Wednesday, April 16th — 8:32 A.M.

Frank and I sped over to West Sixth and Bixel. When we got there the shooting was over. One cop was dead, another wounded. No sign of either suspect.

We exchanged grim looks. The gang’s take was now nearly a quarter million. From a letter we’d taken from one of the syndicate, we knew their goal was half a million — then they’d head for Honduras and we’d lose them for good.