He looked around him and over her shoulder. “There"s a service door down towards the toilets. We can slip out that way.”
They waited until the band had kicked off with a rousing rockabilly number, causing more people to get up onto the dance floor, and then they slowly moved away and down toward the darkness at the rear of the bar. They bypassed the toilets and Gorilla quickly sprung the lock on the service door with his lock-pick. The door gave freely and they both stepped out into the sultry darkness of the night.
It was the click that they heard first, that of a revolver being c****d, and then the coolness of the barrel as it was placed against the back of Eunice"s neck.
“Well hello, little lady,” said a deep Louisiana accent, full of menace. “I think we need to have a talk.”
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