A Trouble of Fools
“I kicked them off as soon as I sat down. Then I gunned the motor and took off.
Damn. Damn. Damn. I’d never catch Sean Boyle. If I’d had my cab, the cab I should have picked up two hours ago, I could have flipped on the radio, called Gloria, and found out where Boyle was heading. I screeched a tarn, and told myself to cool it. I didn’t want to get picked up by the cops; not wearing this classy outfit, I didn’t.
I saw a cab’s roof lights up ahead, and jammed the accelerator to the floor. It was an innocent Red Cab, idling along, no fare in the backseat.
I braked, hesitated, and decided to head for Green & White. I doubted Gloria would be in a helpful mood, what with my tardiness, but I wasn’t about to give up following any guy with a gym bag who took G&W cabs and hung out with scum like Wispy Beard. At the first traffic light, the guy next to me honked, raced his motor, and yelled something out the window. I yanked tissues out of my purse, and managed to smear most of the lipstick off my face.
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