Tony adjusted his mirror to get a good look at the person honking behind him. His eyelids creeped slowly towards center, leaving only a sliver of eyeball exposed. His teeth clenched and lips tightened. Tony hated to be rushed.

“Are you ready to order sir?â€? The crackled voice snapped Tony out of his murderous rage.

“Yeah um, I want two tacos and a grilled stuft burrito.â€? His head out the window, he gave a menacing glance back at the car behind him. I need to get that guy’s license number.

“Anything else sir?â€?

“Um, a large raspberry iced tea.â€?

“That’ll be $5.63 at the window.â€?

He pulled forward watching the rear view mirror for a plate number. Gotcha. Tony reached for his Blackberry to make note of the number when it rang, “Sloanâ€? displayed on the screen.

“Hey boss.â€?

“Tony, we’ve got a situation over at Montega’s. I need you to meet Sarah there now.â€?

“Sure thing boss. But, isn’t George with her?â€?

“He’s the situation.â€?

Tony sped out of the drive-thru leaving his food and the plate number behind.