CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Do you get many ... calls like mine?" May asked the cab driver as she got in.
He didn't answer immediately. It wasn't until after he had the motor running and the flag down that he said, "A few, lady. It happens but I don't count on it."
She gave him Judy's address and they rode in silence for eighteen minutes while she studied his taxi driver's card staring back at her from the meter box. His eyes in the identification picture were deep-set and penetrating. His face was thick and rough.
"They ought to put a picture of your p***s on that card," she said finally. "Then you'd get more calls than you could handle." She smiled at him in the mirror and realized that if she opened her knees he could look right down her skirt at the hole he'd just plundered.
He laughed. "Not
