Rick muttered "I don't see why we can't use cell phones to coordinate this." He was nervous. I could hear it in his voice so I didn't jump on him about mentioning Demon tools. He was our Good Demon anyway so it was natural that he thought that way.
"HE is with us. Know this." I told them. I also added "We don't need them. Just think of all the carjacks that happen around here. They aren't anywhere near organized as we are and they all have no problems." I don't know if that helped but they nodded their heads in agreement. I was getting ready to lead us all in prayer before we hid in the bushes when we saw his car coming. "Damn!" This was from Roy. He was out his door faster than I had ever seen him drive and waving his hands at the approaching vehicle. He had turned on the emergency flashers when we stopped so at least we had that going for us.
It was him! I knew it. He saw Roy and rolled to a stop and his window came zithering down. Roy pulled his .45 from where he had it tucked inside his waistband and stuck the barrel against our man, Timothy William Conesters head. Roy told him "Hands on top of your head. Now!" Much to my relief he actually did it. "Go Rick! Help him." Then I told Sharon "Get in front of his car!" I was using Sharon as a blockade not that it would slow a Demon down but it might make him think of another plan. She did it with out hesitation.
Roy was yelling at him "Out of the car! Get out out of the car!"
Tim looked very calm. He also looked about four or five years older than his photo. "Okay. Okay. Not a problem. You can have the car. The fucking piece of shit has already been recalled twice. I should have stuck with BMW."
I stepped out of the car and beckoned to him. "Right this way Tim." I pointed inside.
"What? What the hell. I thought this was a carjack. I'm not going...Oh shit..."
Roy whacked him hard upside the head with his .45. I told him "Get in the car. I drew SWORD and that seemed to convince him. He stared at SWORD all the way into the car. He didn't look at me when he asked "What the fuck is going on here?"
I wanted to keep him calm. He was bigger than I thought and looked in shape for his age. Demon types always managed to make it to the gym and had good tans. So I told him "SunTrust sent us you idiot." Then I slid in next to him and yelled "Lets go!"