If he doesn't shut up, I'll strangle him, Walt thought. He closed the door and pressed against it to be as far away from the earthling as possible.
"Somebody probably saw you when they passed and radioed on you," the driver said, starting the car and flipping it on automatic. "A pick-up'll be along shortly. This will save you the fee."
Walt gritted his teeth. "Thanks."
"... you gotta funny accent. Where you from?"
"I don't want to talk to you," Walt said slowly. God, he thought, I wish Forential hadn't told me not to kill any of them!
The driver looked sideways at him, shrugged, and began to whistle through his teeth.
Ah, to kill him, Walt thought. To kill him! He stared at the man's heavy jowls. To rip into them.... Wait, wait until Julia is caught, just wait.... I want to kill her a little at a time.
Beyond the blue mountains, the driver drew the car into the checker stand.
"Got any fruit?" the California state inspector asked.
The driver climbed out and called the officer aside. They whispered. Walt twisted uncomfortably. His spine began to prickle.