'Mr. Sayers?' she purred.
I struggled to speak. 'Please take a seat, Miss…'
'Gloria,' she said, sliding into a chair. She smiled, eyes like headlights on full beam.
'How can I help you, Gloria?'
She handed me a note. It said:
I have a gun pointed at your crotch. Do not press the panic button or I will fire. Turn to your safe and empty the contents into the bag I will pass you.
She wasn't smiling any more.