‘I’m sorry, but until the police come, you must stay.’
She stared up at me, her eyes hard in the moonlight.
‘If you think it is necessary.’
‘That’s the idea.’
She opened her bag.
‘I think a cigarette…’
She did it very smoothly. I found myself looking down at a .25, aimed at my midriff.
‘Go in there!’
‘Now, look…’
‘Go in there!’ There was a dangerous note in her voice. ‘I’ll shoot if you don’t go in!’