The bullets that had passed through Jamal hit the window behind him a
split-second before Jamal did, turning it into a ten-foot-tall spiderweb of
shattered safety glass that collapsed around Jamal's body in a glittering cloud
as he fell to the sidewalk below.
The bushes below the window snagged Jamal's coat and violently twisted him
in mid-air, then he fell to the sidewalk on his left side, hearing and feeling
the bones of his arm snap as his head slammed against the concrete. Momentarily
stunned, Mohammed Jamal fought to remain conscious and stared upward, trying to
locate the Crown Victoria.
There! Almost directly overhead, an odd-shaped dark dot against the sky!
Jamal waveringly aimed his pistol at the men who leaned out of the window frame
above him and prayed to Allah that his transmitter hadn't been broken.
Forcing the unfeeling thumb and fingers of his shattered left arm to squeeze
the small transmitter took a supreme effort. Jamal cast the pistol aside in
frustration and dropped his right hand over his left to help it close on the
transmitter even as more bullets tore through his chest and skull.
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