He spun on his heel and walked back to the car. The driver, settled behind the wheel, was just depressing the light stud when Walt cut in front of it and came abreast of the driver's side.
"You're the one I'm looking for," he said.
"Eh?"
"Move over!"
The owner was a heavy, middle aged man; he snorted and narrowed his eyes. "What's this baloney?"
"I'm taking this car."
"The hell you say!"
Walt pulled the door open, grabbed the man by the shirt and twisted. He set his feet and the man came sprawling out into the street.
Holding him, Walt slapped his face.
The man flailed wildly. He tried to jerk loose. His shoulders twisted. He tried with a knee, and Walt threw him to the pavement. A few startled passers-by turned to watch.