Point B just happens to be the strip club. If he had gone anywhere, I assume it was there. Matter of fact, I don’t even have a clue why he was at the nightclub in the first place, when he should have been at work instead.

As the cab pulls up to the entrance, I spot Brandon driving out of the parking lot in the opposite direction. Feeling downtrodden now, I sit there staring at the taillights of his car as he speeds down to the intersection. “Great, now what?” I say to myself while still in the cab.

The driver glances back at me insistently, and then asks, “Are...