The conk on the head knocks you into the trunk of your cab and that's the last thing you remember. You wake up hours later, still in the trunk of your taxi cab as it hurtles down the highway. You are slightly disoriented, partly because you are in a dark, confined place going 75 mph, and partly because you've been clocked in the back of the head with a tire iron. You feel a good-sized knot on your skull and you think you feel some dried blood back there, too.
You know that the trunk has an inside release latch, so you pop it open just a little bit to let some fresh air in. The air coming in rejuvenates you a bit and you begin thinking about what happened. Obviously, it was the old man that cold-cocked you as you were talking to the young woman. Was she just a distraction, so they old guy could bash you? The two of them were probably working together. But what could they possibly want with a plain ol' vanilla cab driver like yourself?
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