When Ricky came out of the bar Vincent was standing close to the Eldorado's rear deck, right hand inside his raincoat, his left arm covering it, folded across his chest.
Ricky came along the sidewalk, wary, "The f... you doing?"
Vincent wondered if he was any good face to face, no gun. He wouldn't be packing today, risk doing two years.
"Get away from the car."
"Somebody smashed your window," Vincent said.
"Where?" He came in a hurry now. Vincent nodded toward the driver's side and Ricky moved past him, intent. Vincent followed, walked up next to him.
"What're you talking about? The window's okay."
Vincent looked at it, his expression curious. He brought the chunk of masonry out of his raincoat to slam it in the same motion against the tinted glass and the window shattered in fragments. He turned to Ricky and said, "No, it's broken. See?"
Glitz