Chapter 18
After landing at Love Field, Roman hailed a taxi to take him to The Galleria in order to get some clothes. As the taxi headed north on the Dallas North Tollway, the driver asked, "So, where you from?"
Reaching into his pocket, Roman pulled out a money clip, squinted at the driver and peeled off a twenty. "I will give you a twenty now and another twenty at the end if you promise not to ask any questions, OK?" He folded it in half, lengthwise, handed the driver the bill, and the driver snatched it from Roman' hand.
"Sure thing! You won't hear another peep from me."
Roman settled back into his seat, closed his eyes, and tried to block out the stench of the driver's Old Spice cologne that wafted to the back seat. He tried to roll down the window, but for some reason, it didn't w
