Michelle
My heart was pounding heavily as I reached into my bag, frantically searching for my phone.
"I wouldn’t advise you to do that," he said, his ocean-colored eyes meeting mine through the rearview mirror.
"I just want to talk," he continued. "There are several things you need to know."
I shook my head, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. "You're a murderer. You’re wicked, you’re an evil man. Let me out right now!"
In my panic, I didn’t realize when my phone slipped from my bag onto the floor of the cab. I started banging on the window, screaming for help at the top of my lungs. That’s when it hit me—the air conditioner was on, and the windows were probably tinted. No one could see or hear me.
"I promise I’ll call the police!" I shouted, frantically reaching for my phone
