I leave the cab in an empty lot by the river with a nice view. I shut it off, leave the keys in the ignition, and ease the seat back so the cabbie can lie in a slightly more dignified position. His death is my fault, and leaving him like this makes me feel even worse than I already do. But I've been tangled up in too much action in the past forty-eight hours to risk being tied to this, too.

It won't take long-half an hour, maybe-for the taxi company to notice Cab 899's idleness. When ...