“Mike Eagen is out there,” he answered calmly.
She drew a quick breath, while he waited. Then he turned on his heel and started for the kitchen door.
“Roger!” she called.
He swung about and eyed her questioningly. She pointed at the heavy belt and gun on the table.
“Take it,” she whispered.
He buckled on the belt and tied down the end of the holster so it could not slip if he should draw the weapon within it. Then he made his way into the kitchen and out of the rear door. Laura Mallory sank into a chair, sobbing.