May 20, 1999
New York City
Patrick Malone eyed the white NYPD Crown Victoria for maybe a few seconds too long. Maybe he was too paranoid, maybe he was too tired from having been on the run all night and all day so far, maybe he was just more used to an all-black Chevrolet Caprice as being a 'cop car' in his eyes. He didn't dwell on it as he saw one of the cops inside looking back.
Of course the New York cops had been given his description. The Crime of the Century had been pinned on him back in Gotham. They'd have his description halfway around the world by now.
The two cops were talking. Does that guy look like the suspect for the murders in New Jersey, he imagined one said. Yeah, the other replied, reaching for the radio.
Malone reached into his pocket, thumbing back the hammer as he drew...
Officer Hoffman had barely picked up his handset when the suspicious individual drew a revolver and fired three shots at the windscreen. He and his partner dived down, suffe