“So what? My brother killed two cops,” the girl said in-differently. “They’re fair game, aren’t they ?”
Ken looked helplessly at her.
“I must get him away from here !”
“Relax. You can’t go yet. They’re out there like a swarm of bees. Sit down.
I’ll make some coffee.” She bent over Johnny. “He’s lost a lot of blood. He won’t be able to move yet.”
Ken sat down. He suddenly felt exhausted. While she made coffee he listened to the uproar going on outside.
“They’re certain to come here,” he said uneasily. “They’ll search every building.”
“Oh, forget it!” she said impatiently. “They’re not here yet.”
II
Standing in the shadows, Raphael Sweeting watched the night clerk at the reception desk as he idly turned the pages of the evening newspaper.