“Go, go, go,” Alice said under her breath, boosting herself up in the backseat. The cab turned onto the ramp to the airport, leaving the highway traffic behind.
“Finally, eh?”
“Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“I’m on it.”
Alice opened the soggy messenger bag and withdrew the droopy bills, including the fare and the gun. She unstuck her wet blouse from her shirt, smoothed back her hair, and got ready to hustle. Only a few cars were parked in front of the terminal, dropping people and luggage off. There were no cops in sight.
The cabbie hit the gas, and she felt a smile spread across her face. She was almost out of the country, safe from Q, the cops, and Bennie. She’d have enough money to go anywhere and do anything. She’d be free.
The cab pulled up in front of the terminal. “Here we are. Safe travels.”
Alice got her bag and handed him the wad of bills. “Remember, you didn’t see me.”
“Didn’t see who?” The cabbie laughed.
Alice blew out the cab door.
Running into the terminal.