Keeping one hand on the wheel, Snader glanced down. The box had a jumble of black vitamin pills and red and yellow sleeping tablets.
"You say these big ones help brain?" he asked warily.
"They speed up the reflexes—they make everything seem clear and easy. Please give them back before you spill them."
Snader thumbed the red and yellow capsules out and handed the box back without them. "I keep these." He moved his head craftily to watch Jeff's face in the mirror.
Jeff was ready. He registered rage and fear. "Gimme those!" he shouted. "I need them."
Snader laughed. "Don't tell me orders. Easy now. You want to wreck car?"
"I'll wreck us all if you don't give those back!" He grabbed Snader's hand.
Ann screamed as the car swerved, and horns blared from behind. Snader clapped the capsules into his mouth and gripped the wheel with both hands.
"I take what I want," he said, gulping down the pills. "You give trouble, I turn you over to police."