Vanessa watched the cabdriver drag her large tote bag from the trunk of the cab. He lingered there on the sidewalk as if Vanessa was going to give him a tip. She was seventeen and didn't have a job. The only tip she could give him was to not take the long route to Winton Terrace when the passenger knew exactly how to get there. She had told him to take King's Run Drive and he said that it would be backed up. She had given him a piercing stare and told him to indulge her. He grumbled ...