Michael Malone - Weebly

the green half a dozen people in static arrest stared from
the steps of the bank, from the library, and from the
post office. The two men hurried out of Hayes's office
and trotted down the sidewalk. The sound cracked
around them again. They ran to Barnum's Antiques,
Hobbies, and Appliances, where a shaded door said
CLOSED. "Limus? Limus, are you in there?" Smalter
rapped with his fist, then shook the door. Hayes ran
around the side of the store, but the back was locked.
"Can you see up in that transom window?" Smalter
asked.
Hayes jumped. "No. It's filthy. You think that ass
has killed himself?"
"I'd be less surprised to hear he'd killed somebody
else, all that neo-Nazi slime he reads."
"I didn't know there were any Jews in Dingley Falls
to kill,"
Hayes said.
"Maybe you ought to kick the door in. It looks
pretty flimsy."
"Well, I don't know, I hate to butt in. Hell. Here
goes." But as the embarrassed editor swung his foot