Black Sam Staccato came boiling out of the night, guns blazing. "You'll never take me alive, copper!"
I ducked out of the rain of bullets and coshed him over the head with my umbrella. It was a Bennington lead-cored titanium-jacketed umbrella, so he stayed coshed. I removed his guns, applied handcuffs where appropriate and took a picture of the scene with my Instamatic for evidence -- which was pointless, since a man in a black raincoat face-down on a black asphalt street and photographed in the black of night could easily be mistaken for the negative of "Cow Eating Grass".
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