Chapter Twenty-Two
Jay floored the taxi as he approached the intersection ahead. It was Roxas Boulevard and the lights were green. Cars started peeling left and right. The van cut across them and took the right.
By the time Jay hit the corner, the lights were red. He applied the brake as late as possible and tried a smooth arc. He almost clipped the curb as he took the taxi across all four lanes and smashed the gas again. The road was clear, but ahead he could see a cluster of cars and a bus. Somewhere ahead of them was the van. Ignoring the beeps and voices from the taxi radio, he clutched into fourth, then fifth, maneuvered around the cars. He could see the van a hundred meters away. He felt his jaws clenching as he dropped in behind it.
‘You’ve been a very bad van,’ he whispered.
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