We end up finding a pear-shaped diamond at Tiffany’s. When we get back to the Explorer, three guys are leaning up against it, arms folded in full tough guy stances. Nico goes rigid, but his step only falters for a second.
“Give me the keys,” one of them orders. He resembles Nico, but older.
Nico tosses him the keys.
His brother—I’m assuming it’s his brother—hits the fob to unlock the doors and the two other guys throw open the doors. “Get in.”
Nico helps me in the backseat and slides in beside me.
“Put her on your lap,” one of the guys growls as they sandwich us in the backseat. One of them has a gun pointed at us.
His brother searches the glove box and under the seat. “You didn’t bring a piece?” There’s a mocking tone to his voice, like Nico got caught with his pants down.
“I didn’
