"I'm not the one who drives like a grandma," Sam said, not missing a bit.
"Oh my- not again," Savannah started. "And I did not spend an hour talking bout fabric. I discussed, style, colors, and it's important. I want something that Jenna-"
Sam wasn't paying attention to the dresses or the explanation. No one but Savannah would care anyway. Instead, he focused on the street. He didn't hope to get a clear look. Renko wouldn't make it that easy on them. "Over there, thirty yards on our ten. Cut him off, G." If the man got into the alleys, they'd have to start all over again, and Sam wanted to go home.
His hand was already on the handle, waiting for G to go past him and caught him off. He knew the breaking would be enough to make Renko bolt, and when the car slowed down, Sam was out of the car before it stopped completely. "Don't run, Renko," he said, loudly enough to be heard. "You know I'll catch you and you know I'll hurt you, and then you can't go on that boat of yours."