Conrad banged on the door with his fist. When there was no answer, he stepped back, his face hardening.
“Come on, Tom! Let’s get this door open!”
“Take it easy,” O’Brien said. “Let me have a go at the punk.”
“We’re wasting time.”
Conrad set himself and drove the flat of his foot against the door lock. The
door creaked but held.
“Let me get at it,” O’Brien said, sure now Ferrari must have gone.
He stepped back, then charged the door, turning his shoulder as he crashed against the door panel.
The door burst open and O’Brien staggered into the bathroom.
“Hell!” Conrad exploded, crowding in behind O’Brien. “Quick, Tom! Help me get him out!”