Escape scene critique

Okay, so more Cobalt for those of you who enjoyed that before. 😛
This is a short bit after Cobalt… um… rather ungracefully alerted two of the pursuing bad-guy-henchdudes of his presence by starting off a self-playing piano. He was then chased and caught. This is the aftermath.
Tell me any corrections that need to be made and what you think!

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The walk to the truck was not very fun. Both men took turns jerking on his arms, insulting him and shoving him in the “right direction” when he was already headed that way in the first place.
A silver pickup truck sat by the curb, ready for their prisoner transport. Cobalt squinted at the windshield. Only two seats buckled, it looked like. There was a space in the middle, but no seatbelt.
Not that he’d normally care, but it was still something to complain about.
“What? I don’t even get a seatbelt now?” he whined as the first man threw open the door. “I thought I was a valuable prisoner!”
“You are,” grunted the second man, “You’re also a very annoying one who’s not worth all the trouble we’ve taken to hunt him down.” He gave Cobalt a shove towards the car door.
The soft noise of a motor came around the corner nearby and Cobalt looked.
<em A policeman! That’s it! I just need to get his attention . . .
“But, you know that’s really not safe,” Cobalt made his voice as loud as he could, “Riding without a seatbelt is . . .” he cleared his throat, “ . . . against the law. Some lucky policeman might have to give you a ticket.”
The policeman’s window was down and he sat up straighter and frowned at Cobalt’s loud words.
It’s working!
“You know, you could be arrested for doing that?” Cobalt kept his voice at the loud whiny pitch he’d used before.
“Yes, and that’s not all that important right now. Just a silly little seatbelt law,” the first man took the driver’s seat, “And I believe it’s really a fine, not arrest, for driving without a seatbelt.”
Cobalt tipped his head back as the police car drove slowly past, “That may be true, but I’m sure you could be arrested for kidnapping me.”
The sound of a car door slammed behind them and footsteps approached from behind, “All right, what’s going on here?” said a suspicious, younger voice.
Cobalt was quickly released from the second man’s tight grip.
“Weeee . . .” the one in the car began a cautious explanation and a meaningful look was exchanged between the two men. “Have you seen the newspaper ad about the escaped mental patient?”
“Yes?” the young deputy put a hand on his hip and frowned at the little group in front of him.
“Well, this is the kid, and we’re going to take him back.” Cobalt was nudged towards the truck, more gently this time. “Go on, get in.”
“Though it doesn’t look like you have seatbelts enough for everyone, now does it? How else would you plan on transporting this patient if your seatbelt for him is nonexistent?”
“There is one!” blurted the man in the car.
“Do tell,” an eyebrow was raised on both the policeman and Cobalt.
“Just come over here and I’ll show you.”
Reluctantly, the deputy came over and watched as the seatbelt was hunted for in between the seats. For a second, it looked like he had something, but it turned out to be an old, hard licorice stick.
The policeman nodded, “Well, boys, that just won’t do. Sorry to trouble you like this, but it looks like I’m going to have to be the one to take him in. I’ll drop your names though, if you tell them to me.” He turned and frowned, “Wait, where’d the kid go?”
The drainpipe was loud and windy down below in the ditch, but Cobalt was still able to hear the swearing in German up above and snicker.

(the henchmen are from this German rebel bad guy organization. Hence the German bit. Anyway.)