Fixed Fight (Mike Chance series Book 2) by E. Ivan Infante

Author:E. Ivan Infante [Infante, E. Ivan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-05-13T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

It took a while for a taxi to come to the stand. This neighborhood didn’t want the traffic and the hacks seemed to know it. When a machine finally showed up, the driver stopped short of the stand and didn’t pull over. Benny and Mike had to step off the curb and jog up to the cab. As they got close, it started to roll forward like the driver had gotten a good look at them and changed his mind. Benny didn’t let him go. He grabbed the door handle of the moving car and jogged along. The driver gave up, slowed down, and let them get in.

“Where you boys headed?” The driver had a hand on the door handle like he was thinking about jumping.

“We don’t know for sure. Head back into town for starters.” Benny made nice. He held out a pack of smokes to the driver. There was one half-out.

“Sure thing.” The drive gave up a half-smile in exchange for the cigarette. After he lit it, he started off again.

Benny and Mike settled into the back seat. While they drove back to town, the sun went down and a fog rolled in and it got hard to see. The weather turned chilly. Mike shivered. He didn’t have a good coat. Everything was back his apartment and he wasn’t going back to The Ashton until he had sorted things out. The cold reminded him of Colorado.

Mike leaned forward and spoke to the driver. “Take me to the Polar Palace.”

The driver didn’t change direction. He looked back at Benny for guidance. The little guy nodded ‘okay,’ so the driver slowed down at the next corner and turned.

A few minutes later, when the Polar Palace came into view, Mike leaned forward and put his hand on the driver’s shoulder. “Stop.” The cab pulled over. Mike sat back and turned to Benny. “What’re you carrying’?”

Benny reached into his jacket, took out a beat-up .38 revolver, and handed it to Mike. “Maybe three or four in it. You should check.”

“I will.” Mike popped the cylinder open and checked the revolver.

“You wanna get the hell out with that? I don’t want a firearm in my car.” The driver turned all the way around in his seat to face them. “I have half a mind to call law and let them now about you fellas. Flashing guns around and talking tough. I don’t like it. Get the hell out and move on.” The driver had guts.

Benny turned a little pale. He could tell where this was going and tried to head it off before it got there. “Sure, he’ll get out.” Benny nudged Mike toward the door. “Come on, Mike. Cabbie doesn’t mean it. Do you Cabbie?” Benny put his hand on the driver’s shoulder. “Tell him you don’t mean it.”

“I meant it. I mean what I say.” The cabbie didn’t back down.

Mike closed the cylinder. It clicked loud and drew everyone’s attention. “You only got three bullets left in here.” Mike told Benny.

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