DAHLIA 

If I was scared before. I was terrified now. How…how did he know about my daughter?

The cab guy turned. “My balance.”

This guy dug hand in the inner pocket of his jacket and settled whatever balance the driver claimed he owed. 

I gave him the heavily disappointed and disgusted stare, his was response was a shrug and three meaningless words. “No hard feelings.”

“Like I said, no funny ideas. Now, let’s go.” He urged with weapon still in hand. 

Carefully, I stepped out and walked towards the vehicle from the morning, thinking this had been their plan. There was no Leroy. His number wasn’t even going through. 

Then...