“Where are the keys to this car?” I demanded, but neither of them would respond. I reached out and grabbed Tony by the lapels of his coat. “Or would you rather I snap your neck and check for them myself?” Without breaking eye contact with me he reached into his jacket pocket and placed the keys in my waiting hand. I pushed the button that popped the trunk and there was a tow strap coiled in the back that I wrapped around Tony's wrists and ankles. “You, in the front,” I said, pointing at Tracy. I pulled Tony by his restraints and he resisted momentarily when he saw what I was going to do, but I yanked him off his feet and threw him into the trunk like a duffel bag. There was a loud clank and a groan when he hit his head on the tire iron.

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