“Figure he’d been shot two or three times already, and possibly knew he’d be a dead pigeon before this was over. Whatever the case, he knew we could use more information on the bastard doing the shooting.” “The hair, you mean?” Carella asked. “Yes. We found clumps of hair on the sidewalk. All the hairs had living roots, so we’d have known they were pulled away by force even if we hadn’t found some in the palms and fingers of Hank’s hands. But he was thinking overtime. He also tore a goodly chunk of meat from the ambusher’s face. That told us a few things, too.”
