So she was still unconscious, he thought.
He ran the car on to the sidewalk, then slipped down into the narrow space between car and wall and jerked open the door.
"Come on!" he cried exultantly.

He reached out his fingers--and then something shot from the car, something lithe and supple, something that gripped the little man by the throat and hurled him back against the wall.
Stay struggled with the strength of lunacy, but Ling Chu held him in a grip of steel..