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“No. I want to follow that limo. It's my boss. I have to give him something. Please,” she said. She reached over and handed him a twenty-dollar bill.

“Keep your money. It's your dime,” the man said.

“Thank you.”

He pulled away from the hotel and sped out into the street. He had to run the first light to catch up. Kassidy was grateful she didn't have to tell him too. They were on the expressway soon, and headed south.

“Where are you from?” the driver asked.

“Plano Texas originally, but I grew up in Crystal Beach for most of my life,” Kassidy said. She pulled out her phone and started to text Daniel.

Kassidy:I'm going to miss the flight.

Daniel:????

Kassidy:Something came up.

Daniel:Tarek?

Kassidy:Trust me. I got a feeling on this.

Daniel: I'm worried.

Kassidy:Don't worry. Text u soon. Promise

Daniel: Be careful.

“So you think so?” the driver asked.

“Huh? I'm sorry I didn't hear you?” Kassidy said and put her phone in her purse.

“The radio gave the score from last night’s game. I said the Cowboys won't make it to the Super Bowl, and you said you thought they would, and I said, you think so?”

“Oh, yea,” Kassidy rolled her eyes. She never understood why Uber drivers felt the need to be so chatty. She would rather ride-along in silence. She tolerated the driver with other small talk about Texas until they exited the expressway.

“Looks like your boss is heading to Dupage,” the driver said.

“Dupage? What is that?” she asked.

“An airport. Private jets and companies fly out of it,” he said.

“Oh, okay. Hey, I know you don't accept tips, but I'll give you a fifty-dollar bill if you can drop me off at Dupage ahead of that limo. I want him to see me already there waiting for him. Please.”

The driver glanced up at her in his rearview mirror. “Hell lady, I can’t take that. It's cool. I'll get you there!”

He swerved from around the limo and sped through the light. Kassidy gasped as they almost suffered a T-bone collision with oncoming traffic.

“Hold on!” he laughed.

“Don’t kill us!”

The young man hollered and hooted. His Honda bounced off a pothole and the car surged up like the Dukes of Hazzard mobile.

“Drop me off at the front please,” she said and grabbed the arm of the door for safety.

“Almost there!” he swerved around two cars and then back into his lane to avoid oncoming traffic.

Kassidy began to pray.

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