Gasping, shaking, cursing, Tony holstered his revolver and stumbled to a telephone he"d spotted on one of the end tables. He dialed 0 and told the operator who he was, where he was, and what he needed. "Ambulance first, police second," he said.
"Yes, sir," she said.
He hung up and limped into the kitchen.
Frank Howard was still sprawled on the floor, in the garbage. He had managed to roll onto his back, but he hadn"t gotten any farther.
Tony knelt beside him.
Frank opened his eyes. "You hurt?" he asked weakly.
"No," Tony said.
"Get him?"
"Yeah."
"Dead?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
Frank looked terrible. His face was milk-white, greasy with sweat. The whites of his eyes had an unhealthy yellowish cast that had not been there before, and the right eye was badly bloodshot. There was a hint of blue in his lips. The right shoulder and sleeve of his suit coat were soaked with blood. His left hand was clamped over his stomach wound, but a lot of blood had leaked from under his pale fingers; his shirt and the upper part of his trousers were wet and sticky.
"How"s the pain?" Tony asked.
"At first, it was real bad. Couldn"t stop screaming. But it"s starting to get better. Just kind of a dull burning and thumping now."
Tony"s attention had been focused so totally on Bobby Valdez that he hadn"t heard Frank"s screams.
"Would a tourniquet on your arm help at all?"
"No. The wound"s too high. In the shoulder. There"s no place to put a tourniquet."
"Help"s on the way," Tony said. "I phoned in."
Outside, sirens wailed in the distance. It was too soon to be an ambulance or a black-and-white responding to his call. Someone must have phoned the police when the shooting started.
"That"ll be a couple of uniforms," Tony said. "I"ll go down and meet them. They"ll have a pretty good first aid kit in the cruiser."
"Don"t leave me."
"But if they"ve got a first aid kit--"
"I need more than first aid. Don"t leave me," Frank repeated pleadingly.
"Okay."
"Please."
"Okay, Frank."
They were both shivering.
"I don"t want to be alone," Frank said.
"I"ll stay right here."
"I tried to sit up," Frank said.
"You just lay there."
"I couldn"t sit up."
"You"re going to be okay."
"Maybe I"m paralyzed."
"Your body"s taken a h.e.l.l of a shock, that"s all. You"ve lost some blood. Naturally, you"re weak."
The sirens moaned into silence outside of the apartment complex.
"The ambulance can"t be far behind," Tony said.
Frank closed his eyes, winced, groaned.
"You"ll be okay, buddy."
Frank opened his eyes. "Come to the hospital with me."
"I will."
"Ride in the ambulance with me."
"I don"t know if they"ll let me."
"Make them."
"All right. Sure."
"I don"t want to be alone."
"Okay," Tony said. "I"ll make them let me in the d.a.m.ned ambulance even if I have to pull a gun on them to do it."
Frank smiled thinly, but then a flash of pain burned the smile off his face. "Tony?"
"What is it, Frank?"
"Would you ... hold my hand?"
Tony took his partner"s right hand. The right shoulder was the one that had taken the bullet, and Tony thought Frank would have no use of that extremity, but the cold fingers closed around Tony"s hand with surprising strength.
"You know what?" Frank asked.
"What?"
"You should do what he says."
"What who says?"
"Eugene Tucker. You should jump off. Take a chance. Do what you really want with your life."
"Don"t worry about me. You"ve got to save your energy for getting better."
Frank grew agitated. He shook his head. "No, no, no. You"ve got to listen to me. This is important... what I"m trying to tell you. d.a.m.ned important."
"Okay," Tony said quickly. "Relax. Don"t strain yourself."
Frank coughed, and a few bubbles of blood appeared on his bluish lips.
Tony"s heart was working like a runaway triphammer. Where was the G.o.dd.a.m.ned ambulance? What the h.e.l.l was taking the lousy b.a.s.t.a.r.ds so long?
Frank"s voice had a hoa.r.s.e note in it now, and he was forced to pause repeatedly to draw breath. "If you want to be a painter ... then do it. You"re still young enough ... to take a chance."
"Frank, please, for G.o.d"s sake, save your strength."
"Listen to me! Don"t waste any more... time. Life"s too G.o.dd.a.m.ned short ... to fiddle away any of it."
"Stop talking like that. I"ve got a lot of years ahead, and so do you."
"They go by so fast ... so f.u.c.king fast. It"s no time at all."
Frank gasped. His fingers tightened their already firm grip on Tony"s hand.
"Frank? What"s wrong?"
Frank didn"t say anything. He shuddered. Then he began to cry.
Tony said, "Let me see about that first aid kit."
"Don"t leave me. I"m afraid."
"I"ll only be gone a minute."
"Don"t leave me." Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Okay. I"ll wait. They"ll be here in a few seconds."
"Oh. Jesus," Frank said miserably.
"But if the pain"s getting worse--"
"I"m not ... in much pain."
"Then what"s wrong? Something"s wrong."
"I"m just embarra.s.sed. I don"t want anyone ... to know."
"Know what?"
"I just ... lost control. I just. ..I... peed in my pants."
Tony didn"t know what to say.
"I don"t want to be laughed at," Frank said.
"n.o.body"s going to laugh at you."
"But, Jesus, I peed ... in my pants ... like a baby."
"With all this other mess on the floor, who"s going to notice?"
Frank laughed, wincing at the pain the laughter caused, and he squeezed Tony"s hand even harder.
Another siren. A few blocks away. Approaching rapidly.
"The ambulance," Tony said. "It"ll be here in a minute."
Frank"s voice was getting thinner and weaker by the second. "I"m scared, Tony."
"Please, Frank. Please, don"t be scared. I"m here. Everything"s going to be all right."
"I want ... someone to remember me," Frank said.
"What do you mean?"
"After I"m gone ... I want someone to remember I was here."
"You"ll be around a long time yet."
"Who"s going to remember me?"
"I will," Tony said thickly. "I"ll remember you."
The new siren was only a block away, almost on top of them.
Frank said, "You know what? I think ... maybe I will make it. The pain"s gone all of a sudden."