CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Steel walked out into the darkness. He had left the cab driver dangling like a piñata. He hadn’t learnt much from the man apart from the discovery that he had terrible bladder control and he was indeed just a driver, not otherwise part of the organisation.
It was a simple set up. He gets told by cell phone who or what to collect and he does so. He then knocks his passenger out with some drug, then leaves them in the alley where Steel had caught him. The cabbie didn’t even know who he was working for; he just got paid a lot of cash to drive and not ask questions. Looking at the man, it was no wonder that they never told him anything. If he’d added just a touch more pressure, he would have sung for longer than Mick Jagger in a live performance.
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