She sat up straight as if she had been poked in the back with a stick. The diner went silent. Every head turned toward the two policemen and the woman. Blake, heart pounding, slid his chair back from the table. McBain tugged Lana's purse. Its long strap flew off her shoulder. She started to turn. "Don't move," Hunter said. "You're under arrest." Blake slowly stood up. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Okay, Miss Jeffers," Hunter said. "Raise your hands slowly and lock your fingers on top of your head." She did as she was ordered. McBain reached under his coat. He took out a pair of handcuffs. Blake reached under his own coat. He took out a Walther P-38 pistol . "Freeze!" he shouted. The cops whirled around. Hunter got off a shot at Blake, then cried out and flopped backward as Blake's pistol roared. McBain swung his revolver toward Blake.
