alfie lee writing
FOG(stolen between the deaths of Doris and Heather
from D. Mazzucchelli and F. Miller)DEAD.
FOOT-
STEPS--
--OUTSIDE.
GIVE IT UP, MANNY!
YOU CAN'T RUN--
--AND THE FOG  
WON'T HIDE YOU…
NOT FROM ME!   
CHEEZ…
WHO
IS THAT?
PUT DOWN
THE GUN.
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM! UNGPH...
THEN--
HERE HE IS… JUST LIKE
THE PHONE CALLER SAID.
WE BETTER GET
AN AMBULANCE.
FEEL'S LIKE HIS
JAW'S BROKEN.
AT THAT MOMENT--
R-RING!
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