She was still sleeping when I walked out of the apartment into the dawn-clad streets where the cops were waiting. The pain in my side was bad now, but you should have seen the other two guys. They felt no pain. They were dead. I walked carefully into the bleak morning away from all the warmth in my life - from Peggy and the suitcase full of money - but damned if I didn't walk with something like pride. My name is Mike Ballard. I had been a bad man and a worse cop, but this thing that I was doing now was good.