![]() Alex stared out the side window as a fine snow began to fall. He silently sat in the backseat while the cabbie jockeyed through the streets of Manhattan. It was best not to distract him if Alex wanted to reach his destination in one piece. He was about to correct the man when he realized that every time the man spoke, he took his eyes off the roadway. The man grinned at him in the rearview mirror. What was up with this guy? Didn’t he know that he’d make more money by taking his time? But then again, how could they? He doubted many people drove as erratically as this cabbie.Īlex reached for his wallet, but before he could grab it, the car lurched forward. Another glance out the rear window revealed a bread delivery truck behind them. At least the guy obeyed some traffic rules. ![]() What had he done to deserve the cabbie who thought he was a grand prix driver?Īlex jerked forward as the car screeched to a halt in front of a traffic light. ![]() ![]() He reached for the armrest and his fingertips dug into the hard plastic. ![]() When the cab suddenly jerked to the left, Alex’s shoulder thumped into the door. While all of the other traffic was at a standstill, they kept rolling along. He’d never driven in New York City but his concern deepened when they swerved to the berm of the road. Prince Alexandro Castanavo of the Mirraccino Islands stared out the back window of the cab as it snaked in and out of traffic. ![]()
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