Chapter SixMAGGIE WAS STARTING TO GET A LITTLE WORRIED that she wasn't going to make it to the embassy on time. She made a mental note to call this whatever-service-it-was and let them know they needed to get some responsible drivers or lose her grandmother's business.
She was walking down the street, scanning for anyone who looked like they might be a driver when the guy she'd spilled her tea on walked past her, still dabbing at his pants.
“Excuse me,” she said. “Hi again…do you—I'm waiting for a driver—do you think this would be their car?” She pointed to a polished black sedan at the curb.
His eyes widened. “You're waiting?”
Maggie was a little annoyed at his unhelpful answer. “Yes, and he's late, and I'm just wondering if you think this would be his car. It has a driving service lo
