It stopped by the front door and the door flew open and the little girl ran down the steps screaming. “Mommy! Mommy!” A woman ran from the car and knelt down and the little girl was in her arms. “Hurry up,” Angers said. “Over here.” “Where?” “The house there.” He kept nudging me along across the lawn, through bushes and trees, then across another spreading lawn. It was the house right next door to where we’d been. It was just as large a place as the other. It was dark. There were no lights at all. I kept trying to angle my way, so I could maybe jump him and get hold of that Luger. But he wasn’t taking any more chances, like back there in the car. And he was fast, alert. He always had his eye on me. Maybe I was his pal and all that, but suspicion lurked in that brain, I felt sure. I knew that now the little girl would tell her mother everything and the place would be crawling with cops. It was a big break. I figured it was, anyway. The only trouble was, I didn’t want to die.
