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Hamilton urgently to the almost inert figure." The stake-out saw only a blonde woman leaving last night."

Truppi opened his eyes halfway. His hand fluttered towards the bedroom. “Back cupboard,” he croaked. "I kept all my girl clothes in there." He stopped and looked sorrowfully at Rachel, who was staring at him open-mouthed. A strange gleam came into his eyes. "I actually fooled them," he whispered. "And Danny, well, I followed him into the bedroom and watched him freshen his make-up. Just like Soldi, he never expected any trouble from a man in a dress." He reached for Rachel's hand. "I'm sorry, baby, but me and Danny were so much alike," his voice trailed off as Rachel withdrew her hand as if contac- ting something tainted. "You'll never know...." he ended.

Tommaso slumped forward, rolling off Rachel's knees as she made no effort to stop him. Ellis lowered his gun, his shock dispelled. "I'll get an ambulance," he said.

Hamilton's hand was pressed into Tommaso's neck. "Save it," he said curtly. He stood up, as did the stunned blonde. He looked at the gun in Ellis' hand. "Call up the stake-out. We can let them handle it from here."

Later that night, all the extra reports, necessary for the routine in- vestigation by I.A.D. into the firing of a gun by a police officer, written and filed, Bud Hamilton wearily slumped into his own personal rock- ing chair at home.

“Hard case?” asked Clare, his wife, sympathetically.

He stretched, nodded and began rubbing his eyes. "We solved two in one. We got Gus Soldi's killer and the same guy for the John Doe Mike and I were assigned this morning." He yawned. "But there won't even be a trial. Mike was on the spot for a while for icing the guy, who didn't actually fire, but the only witness backed us up to I.A.D., so, as Captain Harvey said, it isn't in the Department's or the witness' in- terest to make all the details public ...." He broke off as he heard the sound of high heels clicking on the hardwood floor of the bedroom above him.

His wife looked up. "Yes," she said, sighing. "Alan's home."

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