"We're police officers," said Patrolman Frank Bugdin sharply. "Come out with your hands up." Then Bugdin pulled the right rear door of the taxi open. A single bullet ripped through his chest near his heart. Before he died, Bugdin emptied his gun into the cab. So did his partner. When the Shootout was over, Bugdin's killer, who was a city housing policeman, also lay dying. The fight had no known motive, though the housing patrolman had been out on the town drinking. To shocked New Yorkers, last week's deaths were the latest in an unparalleled month of carnage for the city's...
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