 Mrs. Cross? You found him on the outside? No, not to trace him. Bucky got away. But how? He was hit twice. That's right. The car must have picked him up. But we'll get him, unless those bullets kill him first. He's got to die. He can't live. He mustn't live. Don't worry, Mrs. Cross. We'll find him, dead or alive. I hung up. Dazed. Now Bucky was out there, waiting for me.