His face turned red. "Why you smart mouth little puss."
"You've been stalking me haven't you? Don't you realize what you're doing right now? I can't believe you're dumb enough to try this." She pulled the door lever. "Hey, this door is locked!"
"Well, it sticks sometimes. You see this badge?" He turned his body slightly so she could see it. The movement also exposed the gun on his hip. "I could make a lot of trouble for you and your brother. I was hoping it wouldn't come down to this, but you're forcing me. Now I know you're sitting there thinking you're the one in control of this situation, and you can brush me aside, but there's something you didn't consider."
"I'm saying no to you. Let me out you creep."
"Listen. You don't realize this, but they should have transferred your brother out to county jail long ago. Moran has overlooked it, but I keep on top of everything. Gangs of degenerates out there would love to get friendly with your brother just as fast as they can rip off his jumpsuit. After twenty-four hours at County, don't be shocked if he pleads guilty. And he's never going to forgive you. You could have made it easy for him. Now none of that has to happen. You could be friendly with the nice sergeant here. What's the big deal? What you're giving me you'll never miss anyway. Just relax and go along."
His slimy words crawled on her skin. She gave a quick look around the cab to spot something for defense: a screwdriver, a ballpoint, anything. His revolver was holstered in plain sight, but it was unlikely she could take it away from him.
"Now you see what you've gone and done." He started rubbing his crotch. "It's time for you to get busy." He was breathing heavily now. "It's dark here, just put your pretty little head down. Do it and your brother will be out walking in the sunshine tomorrow. No one will ever know." He unzipped his pants and reached for her hand.
"Huress, get real! Unlock this door now!"
"Or what? You a black belt or something?"
She couldn't just sit there. He would just keep coming at her. She had to upset the situation somehow, get him off balance. "Why don't you give up on me here? Take your fantasies somewhere else and jerk off."
He swung fast with the back of his right hand. She barely had time to duck. He made a loud grunt as his hand smashed and cracked the rear glass. He grabbed the back of her hair fiercely. He forced her head down. His other hand reached into his open fly. She stretched up and held the horn down with one hand. She jerked his keys out of the ignition with the other. Her fist closed around the mass of keys with the sharp ends jutting out between her clinched knuckles like some bizarre medieval weapon. She was certain she could smash into one of his eyes. Then she would scrape across his face to the other eye. With any luck, she thought, the pain and blood would occupy him enough so she could go for his gun. She hoped it was loaded.