CRIME WAVE 1972 -- the strange powers of the minds of tomorrow.ething. Because there wasn't anybody behind me." "There had to be," Bill said. "Well," Malone said, "there wasn't." There was a little silence. "What happened then?" Sam said. "After you tried the door handle, I mean." "Then?" Malone said. "Then I went out like a light." A pair of headlights rounded the nearby corner. Bill looked up. "That's the prowl car," he announced, and went over to meet it. The driver was a solidly built little man with the face of a Pekingese. His partner, a tall man who looked as if he'd have been much more comfortable in a ten-gallon Stetson instead of the regulation blue cap, leaned out at Bill, Sam, and Malone. "What's the trouble here?" he said in a harsh, high voice. "No trouble," Bill said, and went over to the car. He began talking to the two cops inside in a low, urgent voice. Meanwhile, Sam got his arm around Malone and began pulling him away from the lamp post. Malone was a little unwilling to let go, at f
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