"So well, you'll probably be shot at once," she said. "Please Blake, be careful."
They pounded again, harder than ever. The door started to sway and buckle under their weight. There was a heavy step outside, and a murmur of angry voices.
"Shut up in there."
"We want to talk with your boss," Blake shouted. "Let us out or we'll clean up on the whole gang of you."
The door swung open, and a guard came in. Two more were close behind. Guns swung around, covering the car.
"You'll talk with Harror," the first man said. "And you'll be damned sorry you did."
He pushed a gun into Blake's side.
"Now walk," he ordered. "And walk straight. No monkey business."
O'Toole started to follow them.
"You're staying here," the guard growled. "This monkey is going to get the business."