“The service elevator is indicated, I think. Hoppy, if you’ll escort the lady, I’ll follow with Junior.”
“Okay, boss.”
Simon Templar captured the gunman’s arm and bent it deftly upward.
“You’re going to be a good boy and come quietly, aren’t you?”
“Like hell,” Junior said.
Simon applied a little more torque.
“I’m not an unreasonable man,” he remarked. “I’ll give you a choice. Either stop wriggling and keep your mouth shut, or let me break your arm and give you something to yell about. I should warn you that I have a weakness for compound fractures. But don’t feel that I’m trying to influence you. You’re perfectly free to take your pick.”
Chapter three
Junior, by request, sat cross-legged in the middle of the carpet, his unclean hands in his lap.
“Should we tie him up?” Hoppy asked.