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David slid into the taxi and closed the door on the downpour outside. The cab driver’s eyes flicked up from the paperwork in front of him to acknowledge his passenger in the rearview mirror. He had not gotten out to help him with his bag. He had just popped the trunk. But who would want to get out in a rainstorm like this?
“Evergreen Hospital, please,” David said as he brushed the water from his face and hair.
“Sorry, do you have an address?” the driver asked, and David gave it to him. The driver glanced at the paper. “This time of day and with this storm it could take awhile to get there. Traffic will be a bitch.”
“I need to get there as quickly as possible,” David said. He could almost hear a ticking in his head of the clock. Or maybe it was a time bomb.
The cab pulled o
