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At the door, Dave paused to feel for the latch.
Roberta glanced up at her husband.
He was going to be sensible and not try to do anything rash with that gun pointed at him.
She measured the distance from where they stood to the men and the gun, measured the distance from the men to the back room.
She decided to risk it.
There was something phony about all this gun waving -- something not quite what it seemed in the detailed directions for finding the police.

1.984 seconds.