Henri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest painting

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signal. Prearranged.In the street, not at the curb, stood a dark Mercedes-Benz, headlights on, engine running, exhaust pluming from the tailpipe. The front passenger door stood open to welcome the shooter. This was a getaway bucket with style, maybe a G-ride, a gangster ride, stolen out of a driveway in Beverly Hills, and behind the wheel sat the shooter’s ace , Hazard finally shouted “Police! Drop it!” just like in the movies, but of course the shooter had already earned without possibility of parole, maybe even the death penalty, by chilling Reynerd, and he had nothing to lose. He would be no more likely to drop his weapon than he would be likely to drop his pants and bend over.The piece looked big, not a trey-eight or a .357, but a four-five. Loaded with wicked ammo, a four-five would reliably bust bone and tenderize meat for the undertaker, but it required kool, his to shave the tires bald in a pedal-jammed escape.The one long bleat followed by two short must have signaled the rabbit that he had a wolf on his ass, because he made a sudden break [153] to the left, off the sidewalk. He torqued himself around so hard that he should have stumbled, should have fallen, but didn’t, and instead brought up the piece with which he’d popped Reynerd.Having lost the advantage of surprise