Barely Legal

100

David’s Cabbie was getting antsy. “How much longer are we going to wait here?”

“Not much longer,” David said, though of course he had no idea, and he was getting antsy himself. The meter kept clicking over, and while he could cover it with a credit card, keeping the cabbie happy might take a cash bribe, and he was low on cash.

There was a bank across the street.

“See that ATM? Hang in here. I’m going to get you some money.”

David waited for the light to change, then hopped out of the cab and sprinted across the street. He swiped his card, punched in his security code, and took out four hundred dollars.

Herbie came out of the office building with two goons and a plump man with a mustache and a big cigar. A town car drove up to the door. They climbed into it and it took off.

David raced across the street, dodging a bus and a truck, jumped into the cab, and said, “That’s him in the limo.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

David fanned the wad of twenties. “Drive, or I’m hopping out.”

The cab took off.