Vince squinted through binoculars. "Dunno, boss. Looks like she's gettin' out... wait, no, the cab's just sittin' there. Maybe she's grabbin' a snack or somethin'. Hold up—some idiot just parked right in front of us. Can't see a damn thing!"
A random sedan, sleek but scuffed at the edges, screeched to a halt right in front of them, cutting off their line of sight like an uninvited wall of metal. Behind the wheel, a harried businessman in a rumpled suit was gesturing wildly at the traffic ahead, clearly running late for a morning he already hated.
Rocco's jaw clenched. "Son of a—" he muttered, slamming his palm against the dashboard hard enough to make the rearview mirror tremble. His patience was a fuse, and this guy had just lit it. "Move your ass, buddy! Vince, hit the lights—scare him off."
