"You’re an asshole," Molly told the man, opening the car door for him. "You shoulda hung back. I had him in my sights as soon as he stepped out." Terzibashjian glared at her: "So we’re through with you anyway." She shoved him in and slammed the door. "Run into you again and I’ll kill you," she said to the white face behind the tinted window. The Citroen ground away down the alley and swung clumsily into the street.