‘Be careful,’ I warned.
‘Get that woman out of my sight! She’s not going near him!’
‘What’s going on?’
Mifflin came in.
Outside, there came a squeal of brakes, and a pounding of feet on the terrace. Sergeant MacGraw and two uniformed cops burst into the room.
Serena took a quick step back. I was watching her. I saw her lift the gun, turning it on herself. There was a look of sick terror in her eyes as she pressed the barrel into her side. I was waiting for that move. I threw myself forward, knocking her to the floor as the gun went off.
Mifflin dashed forward, dropped on his knees and wrenched the gun out of bar hand.
I rolled away from her.
She lay on her side, her head cradled on her arm, sobbing.
‘Is she hurt?’ Muffin panted.