I sprinted across the street at a weaving run, and dove behind the
stairway.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I don't know--but I've got an idea. I got about a hundred yards up the
street when I spotted this guy tailing me. I yelled, and he ducked. At
the same time, this other fellow started running toward me across the
street. I burned him down, and ducked in here just as the bird on the
roof opened up. That's it, until you came along."
I swore. I didn't go for three men gunning one girl. I looked over the
top of the railing. One or two people were starting to come out of
doorways.
"Maybe we'd better get out of here," I said.
* * * * *
We ran up the street to another alley. She re-holstered her guns on the
way, revealing a lot of what the dress advertised.
We stopped inside the alley and caught our breaths. "Well, anyway," I
said, "I know what you're in this for."