He fell backward down the stairway, twisting and bouncing.
He was about my size, six feet and one- eighty, and you could hear the sound of him for a block.
Two Filipinos and the blond landlady were in the lobby.
They looked at Fastshoes laying there but they didn't move toward him.
You killed him!" said Jimmy.
He ran down the stairway and turned Fastshoes over.
Fastshoes had a bloody nose and mouth.
Jimmy held his head.
Jimmy looked up at me.
That wasn't right, Hank . . ." "Yeah, what ya gonna do?" "I think," said Jimmy, "that we're going to come back and get you . . ." "Wait a minute," I said.
