The Uber rolled to a smooth halt at the first gate on 74th Avenue. The morning sun glistened against the tinted glass of a sleek black sedan parked by the curb. Suarez was waiting already. He seemed keen on making such a good impression on his first day, and he was doing such a great job at it. He was efficient, almost militarily so, unlike Gonzalez, one of the family’s former drivers who used to fill every ride with chatter about his wife’s soap business or his cousins in Tijuana. Gonzalez ...