Marie half turned on her side, hiding her head in her arms. Her white shoulders heaved with her crying.
“Come on out, Raven, with your hands in the air,” someone called.
Raven turned very cold. His mind sprang to the clerk and the start he’d given when he had signed the book.
He was trapped. He hadn’t even the Thompson, which, like the crazy fool he was, he’d left in the boot of the car. He fired one shot that crashed through the door and he heard footsteps move hastily away.
Marie sat up on the bed with a scream. “What is it?” she said, staring at his gun. “Why are youshooting?
What”
Raven turned on her savagely. “Shut up!” he snarled.
“Hi, Raven,” someone called again, “you can’t get away. The place’s surrounded. Better give up. You’ve got no chance in the world.”
“Come an’ get me!” he shouted back savagely, sending another shot through the door.
“Raven?” Marie gasped. “Are you Raven?”