CLOVIS LOOKED AT EMMA and she nodded. Staying clear of the open doorway, she peered around the frame as Clovis went in low.
A weak ribbon of yellow light from the rusted sconce above the door painted a path on the worn carpet to the first bed.
The quick slap of weighted leather against flesh was followed by a grunting noise.
Emma slipped around the doorframe as Clovis moved silently around the end of the bed, heading toward the second double bed.
A light flared and Emma blinked. Clovis dove between the beds as the fat thug fired a shot in his direction.
Emma fired back, hitting the wall beside frog face and diving beneath the small, round table under the window. Bullets pinged off the table top and entered the upholstered back of the chair nearest her head with a muffled thud. Emma tu
