Ivo grabbed his arm. “Wait.”

He was trying desperately to think of something to say when movement by the town house caught his eye. The man was out again, almost running from the door.

“There he is!” he said, hoping the gush of relief was not apparent in his voice. “Moving fast.”

“Don’t let him out of your sight.”

Ivo started the car and reached for the shift, then stopped. “He’s coming this way.”

The man broke into a jog as he crossed Sutton Place and started up the sidewalk.

“Coming right to us,” Vuk said with a grin. “Perfect.”

Ivo left the car in park and studied the approaching man. This was the first time he’d had a chance to see him since their brief encounter on the beach last week, and he looked… different. His expression was strange, somewhere between panic and rage. But his eyes… they’d been so mild last week. Now they were wild.

“Ready,” Vuk said. The man would pass on his side. “You move when I do.”

Ivo checked the street. Light traffic, only one or two pedestrians and none close by. When the man came to within a car length of their vehicle, Vuk opened his door. Ivo jumped out on the street side, drawing his own weapon, a FEG FP9, holding it low as he came around the rear bumper. He didn’t chamber a round until Vuk had his weapon pointed at the man’s chest.

“Into the car!” Vuk said.

Ivo pulled open the rear door with his free hand as the man skidded to a halt.

“What?” the man said.

“You heard!” Vuk said, gesturing with his pistol.

“You’re the jerks from the beach. What are you doing in my city?”

“In!” Vuk lowered his barrel and pointed it at the man’s legs. “Inside or I shoot your knees and drag you in.”

The man’s wild eyes darted from Vuk’s gun to the one in Ivo’s hand, then back again. No fear there or in his expression, just a brief baring of the teeth, very much like a snarl as he moved toward the open door. Ivo glanced around as he stepped back to let him in. No one was paying them any attention. Yet.

“Stop right there,” Vuk said. He did a quick pat-down and grinned at Ivo when he found the empty SOB holster. “I think we have our man.” To the man: “Where is your gun?”

“Home.”

“Good place for it.” Vuk shoved the man into the seat on the passenger side. “Do not move a muscle.”

Ivo covered him while Vuk ran around to the other side and got in. He sat in the rear, facing their captive, while Ivo returned to the driver seat. Safe behind the wheel again, he let loose a breath he’d been holding. No one had noticed them. The whole operation had taken perhaps thirty seconds.

“So,” Vuk said as Ivo pulled from the parking space, “you are man who wrecked our cars, yes?”