Randi took the card, pushing it into her pocket. I’ll go just about anywhere for the right price.” "Elvis" didn’t bother with the usual chitchat, but while they sat at a light he held up his card. He did a u-turn on the four-way street and gave the old cab the gas. The man didn’t bother looking at the clock. “You get me there before two and this is yours, Elvis.” Randy reached into her pocket, pulled out her last hundred dollar bill, and held it out where the cabby could see it. If you get a speeding ticket on the way I’ll pay it.” I need to get to 5th and Washington ASAP. “You can’t just leave your car here, they’ll tow it,” The man chimed as she closed the door. When the cabby slowed and stopped she got in. Randi Sanders stood by her smoking pile of junk, tapping her foot, trying to clean the oil off her hands. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales or events is not intended.Īll licensed products mentioned in this work are trademarks of their respective companies.Ĭover image adapted from photographs from
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