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mouth on her again, but she jerked his hair so hard that tears filled his eyes. He cried out. |
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'I reckon we gotta finish what we started,' she said. |
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She released his hair and stepped back. |
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Trev reached down for his gun. |
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She stepped on his hand. Her knee crashed against his forehead. The blow knocked him backward. His hand pulled out from under her shoe. But without the gun. |
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Sandy had the gun. It was aimed at his face. 'Get up off the street,' she said. 'We got us a job to do.' |
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Of those from outside the restaurant who'd been taken-alive, the kid with the Mohawk haircut remained unconscious and one man had broken arms. There was no point in washing either of them. |
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Four others were in good enough shape to help defend the place: Bill the parking attendant; a kid of about sixteen wearing only a T-shirt; a young woman dressed in a nightgown; and the old fellow who'd tried to strike John with his golf club. |
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Bound and struggling, they were carried into the kitchen and placed on the floor near the wash tubs. |
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