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and when she found him, she knelt beside him and said, "Andy, it's me, Angela."
He did not answer her. She backed away from him, tears springing into her eyes, and then
she ran from the alley. She did not stop running until she found a cop.
And now, standing with the cop, she looked down at him. The cop rose and said, "He's
dead." All the crying was out of her now. She stood in the rain and said nothing, looking at
the purple jacket that rested a foot away from his body.
The cop picked up the jacket and turned it over in his hands.
"A Royal, huh?" he said.
She looked at the cop and, very quietly, she said, "His name is Andy."
The cop slung the jacket over his arm. He took out his black pad, and he flipped it open to a
blank page.
"A Royal." he said. Then he began writing.