Page 6 of Final Verdict
I blink a few times, making sure that I’m not imagining a goddamn stranger getting into my car. Without permission.
Suddenly, the blue fabric shifts, and a woman with the most stunning face I’ve ever seen is panting like she just got done running a marathon.
Her hazel eyes are glimmering under the car’s low red lighting, her heart-shaped lips are beckoning me to turn around and taste them, and the more I look at her, the more I understand the phrase “the type of beauty men launch bombs over.”
Opening her mouth, she reveals a pair of white fangs.
Okay. I must be hallucinating.
“Oh my God, please drive!” She slams the door shut. “I’ll give you an extra twenty bucks as a tip, but you have to speed off now.”
“Excuse me?”
“Okay, I’ll make itthirtybucks.” She buckles her seatbelt. “But that’s all I can afford right now.”
“Do I look like a goddamn cab driver to you?”
“No, but you’re obviously my Uber driver, so…” She looks to her right. “Can we go?”
“Beautiful as hell or not,” I say, “no. Get the hell out of my car.”
“But I already paid for this ride!” She holds up her phone as if that proves anything. “Please, just drive!”
“You have the wrong car.” I shift the gear into park. “Don’t make me ask you to get out again.”
“Are you sure about that?” Her eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror, confirming that they’re the sexiest hue I’ve ever seen. “You’ve got a few seconds to think on it before I give you a one-star review.”
I start to repeat my demand, but she suddenly arches her back against my seat, giving me an even better view of her beautiful face.
And her body…
The “fangs” slide from her mouth and into a case, and then she snatches an orange glittering “Halloween Drama Fest” lanyard from around her neck.
Before I can get out and open the back door for her, a black blur on my right catches my attention.
It’s two men, and they’re rushing toward my car.
I slip back inside and lock the doors.
“No, no, no…” The woman gasps as she unbuckles her seatbelt, slumping down to the floorboard.
“Hey! Hey!” One of the men taps on my window. “Open up!”
I crack it slightly.
“Yes?” I ask. “May I help you?”
“I hope so,” he says. “Did you happen to see a woman in a pretty blue dress run out here just now?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” His friend pipes in. “She would’ve been very hard to miss, and there are only a few cars out here.”
“My answer was no. It’s still no.”
“Okay, then.” The first guy narrows his eyes and holds out a business card. “If you happen to see her pop up on the streets ahead, give me a call.”
I let his card linger through the cracked window, not making a move to take it.
