“Sure of that?” I said.
“I guess so. How can he?
“How did he get in?”
“Yeah,” Clancy said, shaking his head. “I hand it to that guy. He’s smart, and he’s got guts.”
“How soon can we move?” I asked. “I don’t want much more of this shooting.”
“You stick around. No one’s allowed to leave until they’ve found him,” Clancy told me.
I shrugged, lit a cigarette. I wondered how long Miss Wonderly would remain out, and if she’d start to scream when she came round. I sweated to think about it.
We sat around for ten minutes or so, then shooting began again.
Clancy went to the door, peered out. “Sounds like they’ve cornered him,” he said. “Trouble on B floor.”
The alarm bell began to ring.