"Produce it!"
The man brought out a cigarette lighter.
Teleporting, Walt jerked it from the man's hand and hit him behind the ear with it. With a sigh, the owner collapsed unconscious.
I'm doing all right, Walt thought. Now, if I can just find the right road to follow.
He concentrated on Julia.
He began to drive very fast, slipping in and out of traffic recklessly.
Six blocks later, he picked up the police car.
And three blocks after that, the police car was abreast of him, forcing him to the curb.
Annoyed, Walt brought the car to a stop. The police car angled in ahead of him. Walt waited confidently.
"Okay," the policeman said wearily, taking out his book of tickets and putting one foot on the running board. "Where's the fire?"