Burger positions Connor and me at the rear of the roof with our backs towards the alley. LB is standing very close to the edge of the roof with his back towards Broad Street. His right arm is extended straight out holding a Smith amp; Wesson Model 29.

"No more talk." Burger is so far away that I can hardly hear what he said. Doesn't matter. The gun in his hand could easily make the shot. Made famous by 'Dirty Harry', the Model 29 is a six shot revolver chambered for the. 44 Magnum cartridge. This one had a barrel length of 10 5/8".

Now here's the thing: Lactic acid is building up and causing fatigue in Burger's right arm, even with arms like ham hocks. That gun weighs just over three pounds; and that's empty. He's moving that pistol from left to right, alternating between me and Connor.

I heard the monster's nails scratch the tar paper when he walked through the door to the roof.

Burger pointed that canon at my head. I wouldn't believe what happened next if I didn't witness it with my own eyes. Kato, who is a full twenty feet away, took a running start of two steps. I don't know if he's the bionic six million dollar dog or a mystic temple creature from the Far East.

But what I do know is that he defied the law of physics and launched himself nearly twenty feet through the air. By the time Leon changed the degree of his shooting arm Kato had struck him square in the chest with his massive front paws.

To this day I can still hear the screams of Leon Burger as he fell three stories from the roof to meet his earthly demise.

Connor lifted his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "C'est la vie."

"I was wrong brother. Sorry I didn't let you bring a gun."

"No worries. Let's boogie."

Game over

Connor left for London the morning following the Burger affair. I stuck around to clean up a few loose ends.