“Uh, can you—can you wait here for a second?” Billy leaned in between the car seats, looking at the cab driver. “I’ll go get some money and come right back.”
The man shot him a hard look over his shoulder. “You think I’m some kind of i***t? Gimme a piece of I.D.”
They were parked right in front of the Y, and Billy could see Byron at the front desk, apparently looking for something in the old filer. “See that guy? He’ll pay. Just hold on. Just wait one second.” Quickly, Billy jumped out of the back seat.
“Hey, get back here.”
“I’ll be right back,” Billy said, leaning in to the open window of the driver. “I promise. Okay? I promise.” He gave the man his sweetest look. “Two seconds.”
The man narrowed his eyes. “All right, kid,” he finally said, chuckling a little. “You got a face I can t
