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 d**g, 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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