CHAPTER THIRTY
Only a moment later, two men burst through the door, machine guns raised. They looked around wildly.
“Get back,” Keri ordered the girls as she stepped forward.
As the six young women in sundresses dove back toward the elevator, the two Los Angeles detectives stepped forward, raised their guns, and fired at the still disoriented guards. Both men dropped instantly.
“Keep your eye on the door,” Keri told Ray. “There’ll be more of them any second. I’ve got to move these girls out of the line of fire.”
Ray nodded and Keri turned her attention to the group that had piled in the elevator. Glancing around, she saw a man peeking out from behind the tiled wall of a shower.
“This way,” she ordered and the girls ran out, following her the short way to the stalls. She found one tha
