“Hold on, Cheney.” I covered the speaker with one hand and blinked rapidly at my sister. “I"m on the phone. Can it wait a minute?”
“No! Look who"s in this picture with Natasha.” She pointed at the middle photo on the page.
I couldn"t believe my eyes. “Cheney, can I call you right back?”
“No, my fare is here. Listen, the passenger had a distinct odor. I"d totally forgotten until I stopped to buy a doughnut.” Cheney yelled something to his customer about getting in the car.
His words instantaneously captured my attention. “What odor?”
“Cinnamon rolls. When the dude or chick got in my car, it smelled like an entire basket of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Made me so hungry. I recognized it this morning when I walked inside—”
“I gotta go, Cheney. This is exactly what I needed to know.” I
