“Scream or try to get away and I’ll kill you,” he panted. “Is there a way out at the back?”
“Let me go!” she gasped, digging her nails into his wrist.
He gave her a chopping blow on her shoulder with the gun barrel, making her squeal.
“Is there a way out at the back?”
“Yes.”
The front door burst open and Goetz jumped into the hall.
Pete took a hurried shot at him. The girl screamed wildly as she felt the heat of the gun-flash. Goetz dropped down on one knee, his dark, vicious face creased in a snarl.
“Don’t shoot!” the girl screamed, waving her hands imploringly as Goetz swung up a .45.
Pete continued to back away, dragging the girl with him. He saw Goetz trying to get the sight of his gun on to him, but Pete kept his head down, hoisting the girl higher so she completely concealed him.
She kicked out wildly, her shoes flying off and her white skirt riding above her thighs.