Claire's POV

The cab stopped right in front of my apartment block at 11:55 PM, and the tires shrieked on the gravel as they always do when you drive them too quickly. I looked over at the driver in the rearview mirror, his eyes were dark and exhausted, like he hadn't been sleeping for a long time, and there was also the smell of old cigarette smoke lingering in the air. I handed him some crumpled dollars, I could feel the bills rustle in my hand after I held it out to him. Then I got out of the ...