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plows hadn’t gone through yet, and the road outside of their apartment building was drifted in places by the wind; a car fishtailed to a stop at the corner then spun its tires when the light turned green. “I only had three fares the whole shift,” Griff said, still watching the snow fall. “The weather was bad, even worse than now. No one was out.” “Just three? And no one was acting strange? Nervous?” “No.” Val rose from the bed, spilling a few of the piles into a green smear. She walked to the nightstand and picked up a notepad and pen. “Who were they?” Griff sighed, his breath fogging the window pane. “The first one I picked up at the airport. He looked like a businessman. You know, wearing a nice overcoat and carrying a computer bag.” Val scribbled. “How old?” “I don’t know. Fifty, maybe older. He had gray hair. I don’t remember much else.” “Where did you take him?” Griff turned from the window. “Chapin Parkway.” Val looked up, her pen suspended above the notepad. “Those houses are huge.” Griff nodded. “It was like a mansion.”


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