“That was them on the corner,” Anosov said.
Valentin took the next turn onto Broadway, where he headed south, and then turned west at the next intersection back to Nassau, each time getting lucky with the lights.
Anosov watched from the door mirror. “Got them,” he said. He took out his Steyr, checked the load one final time, and stuffed it in his belt on the left side, out of sight beneath his jacket.
When the two were less than a half block away, Leonid got of the car and opened the rear door so that it was just slightly ajar.
He put his right hand beneath his jacket, ready to open the coat far enough so that the weapon would be clearly visible to both the woman and the guy.
Pedestrian traffic was heavy, and for a moment Leonid lost them. He stepped away from the car to get a better look.