The masked man turned toward a silver sedan parked several vehicles ahead, where one of his subordinates was arguing with the driver through the open window. The driver was young, perhaps in his late twenties, with an expensive watch on his wrist and the sort of confidence that came from spending most of his life surrounded by people who preferred to accommodate him rather than challenge him.
"I've given you my wallet!" the man shouted. "What else do you want?"
"Your phone."
"You already took my phone!"
"Then give me the other one."
The driver fell silent. His eyes shifted toward the cup holder beside the gear stick, where a second phone lay partially concealed beneath a receipt. The robber followed his gaze and grinned beneath his mask.
"That's what I thought."
