"Man, I'm tired! I'm not sure I can make it... ."
"Hurry, Jerry!"
"I am, damn it! We ain't got wings!"
"I feel kind of dizzy, too... ."
They tore out onto the bridge, and the tires screeched as they halted. Tanner opened the door slowly. The driver's had already slammed shut.
He staggered, and they helped him to the railing. He sagged against it when they released him.
"I don't think I..."
Then he straightened, drew back his arm, and hurled the grenade far out over the waters.
He grinned, and the explosion followed, far beneath them, and for a time the waters were troubled.
The two officers sighed, and Tanner chuckled.
"I'm really okay," he said. "I just faked it to bug you."
"Why you…!"
Then he collapsed, and they saw the pallor of his face within the beams of their lights.
The following spring, on the day of its unveiling in Boston Common, when it was discovered that someone had scrawled obscene words on the statue of Hell Tanner, no one thought to 'ask the logical candidate why he had done it, and the next day it was too late, because he had cut out without leaving a forwarding address. Several cars were reported stolen that day, and one was never seen again in Boston.
So they reveiled his statue, bigger than life, astride a great bronze Harley, and they cleaned him up for hopedfor posterity. But coming upon the Common, the winds still break about him, and the heavens still throw garbage.