Herb hunched his shoulders as if to ward off a suspected blow. Norma's eyes mirrored fright and uncertainty, and she moved half a step from him.
Grasping her arm at the elbow, he said, "We have to get off the streets."
Norma wanted to twist away from him and run.
"You've got to help me hide!" The pressure seemed threatening.
"Let me go!"
He dropped his hand instantly. "You've got to help me."
From the expression on his face, she knew that she had nothing to fear. She felt ashamed of herself.
"We can go to my hotel," she said.
Once in the hotel, Herb's eyes darted around the four walls of the living room.
"There are no microphones," Norma said.