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“Sure.”

I got out and tried the door on the Taurus. Not locked. I popped the hood and disconnected a hose and some wires. I got back in the SUV, and Hooker drove one lane over and parked.

“This is part of your plan, right? Disable their car so they can’t get away?” I asked him.

“Darlin’, I don’t have a plan. I just wanted to mess with them.”

Thirty minutes later, Rodriguez and Lucca sauntered back down the car lane. They were talking, and they each had a soft-drink cup. Lucca was carrying a pizza box. They got in the car and a couple minutes passed. Hooker smiling the whole time.

“I can’t believe you’re getting off on this,” I said. “We’re wanted by the police. We’re about to abduct a couple killers. And you’re having fun with them.”

“You have to take fun where you find it,” Hooker said. “Anyway, this throws them off their game a little. Gives them something to think about besides us.”

The car doors opened and Rodriguez and Lucca got out. They popped the hood and took a look.

“Probably don’t know a gasket from a water pump,” Hooker said.

They slammed the hood down and looked around, hands on hips, pissed off.

Now I was starting to enjoy it. “We have them wondering.”

Rodriguez took out his cell phone and made a call. There was a lot of head nodding. He looked at his watch and wasn’t happy. I’m not proficient at reading lips, but it was obvious what he said into the phone.

“Bad move,” Hooker said. “Not only is that physically impossible, it’s also not going to get the road-ser vice crew out here anytime soon.”

Rodriguez flipped his phone closed and looked around some more. He stared directly at us, and my heart skipped a couple beats before his gaze moved on.

“He didn’t spot us,” I said.

“Might not be at the top of the charts as far as hit men go.”

“Yeah, and they’ve killed two men. Probably three. Imagine how many people they could have killed if they were really good.”

“At least three more,” Hooker said.

Rodriguez ran his hand over his bald head and looked at his watch again. There was a discussion, and Rodriguez got behind the wheel and horse-wanger Lucca returned to the mall.

“Divide and conquer,” Hooker said. “It’ll be easier to snag just one of them. Let’s move.”

We got out and walked over to the Taurus. Hooker had his gun in one hand and his other hand on the Taurus door handle. He yanked the door open and pointed the gun at Rodriguez.

“Get out,” Hooker said.

Rodriguez looked at Hooker, and then he looked at the gun.

“No,” Rodriguez said.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I’m not getting out.”

“If you don’t get out, I’ll shoot you.”

Rodriguez stared Hooker down. “I don’t think so. You’re not a shooter. I bet you never shot anything.”

“I hunt,” Hooker said.

“Oh yeah? What do you hunt, bunnies?”

“Sometimes.”

I tried not to grimace. “That’s disgusting.”

“Women don’t understand about hunting,” Rodriguez said to Hooker. “You gotta have cojones to hunt.”

I did an eye roll. “Now that you two big-game hunters have bonded, how about getting out of the car.”

“Forget it,” Rodriguez said.

“Okay,” I said to Hooker. “Shoot him.”

Hooker’s eyes opened wide. “Now? Here?”

“Now! Just friggin’ shoot him.”

Hooker looked around the lot. “There are people…”

“For crying out loud,” I said. “Give me the gun.”

“No!” Rodriguez said. “Don’t give her the gun. I’ll get out. Christ, she almost killed Lucca with that six-pack.”

Hooker and I took a step back and Rodriguez got out.

“Hands on the car,” Hooker said.

Rodriguez turned and put his hands on the car, and I did a pat down. I took a gun from a side holster and a gun from an ankle holster and his cell phone.

Hooker’s phone rang. “Yeah?” Hooker said. “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.” He shifted from side to side. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. No problem. I’ll be there. I’m ready to get on the plane.”

“Who was that?” I asked Hooker when he disconnected.

“Skippy. He wanted to make sure I remembered about the banquet. He said murder charges wouldn’t exempt me.”

It was