Twenty-One - NadiaI didn’t recognize the man sitting in the seat in front of me. Never seen him before in my life. He was turned around awkwardly in his seat so he could aim the gun at me and it stupidly gave me hope that maybe this awkward position would be enough to let me escape. He was turned away from me right now, his face in profile as he spoke with the driver, who clearly knew him because he wasn’t afraid.
Not like me. I was terrified.
“Think that was smart?” the cabbie who was not a cabbie commented. “I mean, he’s not the kind of guy you wanna mess with, you know?”
“Don’t be a p***y your whole life,” the man with the gun snapped. “Meyer ain’t nothin’ to us, period.”
Meyer. I had of course guessed that he had something to do with this. My luck couldn’t be that bad that there wo
