Suddenly, the man whirled about again, turning this time to face him.
The man beside the driver whirled something around his head.
The man whirled to look where his wife was pointing.
With a snap of his teeth, the other man whirled.
The man whirled toward the rear door of the sedan.
The man with the X-2 whirled and aimed his weapon.
The three men whirled, lunged back the way they had come.
But Fortune knew he had fired too far to one side, else the man would not have whirled.
The men whirled around and then turned back to Cole.
The man with the flashlight whirled in the middle of the room.
