“What the fuck’s wrong with him?” asked one of the cops. “He’s got allergies,” Rydell said through gritted teeth; they’d cuffed his hands behind his back and it hurt like hell. “You gotta get him to Emergency.” Sublett opened his eyes, or tried to. “Berry …” Rydell remembered the name of the movie he’d seen on television. “Miracle Mile,” he said. Sublett squinted up at him. “Never seen it,” Sublett said, and fainted.
