Alice handed the cabbie back his phone and perched on the edge of her seat. The car wasn’t going any faster than a crawl, and it was making her crazy. She had to get to the airport. “Can’t you go any faster?” she asked, again. “I told you, rock this crate!”
“Rain’s terrible. Can’t see a damn thing. Doin’ my best.”
“Do better.”
The cab lurched forward, and Alice thought ahead, taking a mental inventory. She had an ID, passport, and money, but she was pretty sure her gun hadn’t survived the swim.
“I need to buy a gun,” she said.
“There’s a gun shop, but it’s not on the way.”
“No good. You know anybody who could meet us on the way with one? There’s a hundred bucks in it for you.”
“Lady, you can’t take a gun on the plane, anyways.”
“Let me worry about that. You know anybody or not?”
“Matter o’ fact, I do.” The cabbie looked in the rearview. “I got one.”
“Of course you do!” Alice almost cheered. “Let me see it.”
The cabbie seemed to stall, his eyes on the road.
“I’m not gonna shoot you, grandpa.”
The cabbie reached under the seat, straightened up, and passed her a revolver, its dull muzzle glinting in the darkness.
She pushed out the chamber and gave it a slow whirl. Six round gold circles smiled back at her. “I’ll give you two hundred bucks.”
“S’worth three.”
“Okay.”
“You expensin’ it?” the cabbie asked, chuckling.
“You’re a funny guy, you know that?”
“Tell my wife, would ya?”
The bright lights of the airport lay ahead, in the distance. “We almost there?”
“Sure enough.”
Alice smiled. Home, free.