Chapter Twenty-Two
The bar whispered to me once more, but I ignored its siren call. Instead, I found a number for a taxi company pinned to a message board near the door. Five minutes later, a honking outside called me from the pub.
The cab was old and dented—probably unlicensed—a gypsy cab, with music piping from the window I didn’t recognize. The driver was a jolly Asian man with thick black hair and a thicker accent. “Where to?” he asked, as I climbed into the passenger compartment. An expired card hung from the rearview mirror with an ancient picture of the man next to me. The I.D. gave his name as Arjun.
“I’ll need to make a few stops. Can you spare the time?”
“If you can spare the cash,” the man replied through a disarming smile.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” I promised. I’m n
