"The hero thing. The cop shit." He took his feet off the center bucket. "Just do this. Slowly. Very. Get into the driver’s seat and put your hands on the wheel. Nine o’clock and two o’clock. Keep them there. If you don’t keep them there, I’ll shoot you behind your right ear. But you won’t hear it." He had this kind of slow, even tone, reminded Rydell of a vet talking to a horse.