They could hear everything the man was saying. Allen stood outside the waiting room door, trying to determine what they needed to do to get Izzie and Wallace Henedy’s wife out of there. Out of the line of fire.
Stockton stood next to him. He’d surprised Allen. The older man had tackled Vince like a pro, then yelled for Allen to go, to get his daughter to safety. Within a moment, he was behind Allen.
Vince came up the rear, limping on his already bad leg. Vince was scowling, but he wasn’t arguing any longer.
“I’m going in,” Allen said.
“That’s damned stupid,” Vince said. “You’ll get both of you killed.”
“Is it?” He leveled a look at the head of security. “I know you have a .38. Give it to me.”
“You think I’m giving you a weapon now? Hell no. You’ll go in there and get yourself shot. Don’t be stupid, or suicidal, Jacobson. He’s not waving the gun around. He seems reasonably stable. Wait for the TSP.”
While Izzie was in danger.
Allen couldn’t do that. “They’ll take too long.”
“No, they won’t.” Another voice said from behind Vince. One Allen recognized.
Jake MacNamara stepped into the hallway from the emergency entrance. “What the hell is going on here?”
Allen’s plans changed in an instant. This was the one other man on the planet who loved Izzie as much as Allen did. “Easy. You’re going to take advantage of the distraction I’m about to cause. Get Izzie out of there.”
Allen grabbed the door to the waiting room and threw it open.
He stepped inside.