Taxi Role Crossword Clue の小説・ストーリー

"Bye my friend." It was drizzling slightly. So, I dashed to a parked taxi. It was a black Toyota Corolla, 2007 model. The glasses were all raised; perhaps to prevent penetration of water. I knocked softly at the back window to alert the driver who was seated in the driver's seat. He gave a smoke signal to come in. "Where?" "5th avenue." "Alright. Welcome aboard Mr?" "Sam."

God knows how beautiful it must be from inside. "Yes, ma'am. I am sure. After all, who doesn't know that lion's den?" The taxi driver said with unknown hints of fear in his voice. "Lion's den? What do you mean?" Anastasia asked me in confusion. The taxi driver looked at her with widened eyes as he heard her. "Are you new in the city?" He asked and she nodded at him with a grin of excitement. "Yes. How did you guess?" She asked. "Ma'am, I don't know anything. Please just give me my fare and get down from my taxi. I can't stay here any longer." The taxi driver said with urgency while looking around for something or someone. Anastasia also looked around and gave him a weird look.

So much for not drawing attention to myself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say easily. “In fact, I’m rather insulted that you’d accuse me of being a gangster. I’m an upstanding citizen. A humble business owner.” “Then why are all the trunks of your taxis made with reinforced steel?” I work my jaw. “I don’t know what to tell you, detective. They came that way from the dealership.” “Oh, did they know?” he asks dryly. “You honestly expect me to believe that?”

Fortunately, a taxi pulls up right in front of the club just as Keith steps out, making it easier to tail him without being noticed. The taxi takes off, and I flag down another, telling the driver to follow the first car without being obvious. The driver, a grizzled veteran of the city streets, nods knowingly, and we fall into pursuit. The taxi winds through the city, passing familiar landmarks and unfamiliar back alleys. I keep my eyes glued to the car ahead, trying to anticipate Keith’s next move.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was empty. She got in quickly, giving her home address while rifling through her bag for her wallet. “It’s late. Just getting home now?” the driver asked. Xanthe froze, eyes wide. She looked at him. “I-Isis?” Isis smiled. “Evening, boss.” Blinking, she stammered, “Y-you… a taxi driver too?” “Yep.” He eased the taxi forward. “I need money, so I work hard. Taxi driver, DJ, waiter, gardener… I even carry luggage at a friend’s port. Honestly, it’s kind of fun.”

"And your job involves taking the personal properties of your passengers?" "I don't know, sir," the taxi driver felt bitter that he had decided to help a man who was deriving joy in been unkind to him. "Do you know this place?" Blackwheel asked as he flashed a piece of paper towards the taxi driver's face. The taxi driver replied with a faint nod. "Take me there as fast as you can," Blackwheel added.

"She's an important client! Your job is done, and get out of there." The taxi driver worked for a taxi company managed by the Barney Group. When the taxi driver received the order from Blair, he reported it to the center. According to Blair's order, the manager contacts him on the way to find a hotel. *** "Thank you for your help, Mr. Oman." Axel just hung up the phone call from the taxi company manager. This morning, after reading the note Blair had left, Axel immediately contacted every taxi company in the city. He asked for information on the whereabouts of passengers with Blair-like features. Luckily Blair ordered a taxi from the company that Axel manages.

Axel requested, met with an affirmative nod from the taxi driver. Axel gripped the front seat tightly. He hadn’t expected that the taxi driver this time would act like a professional racer showcasing his skills on the racetrack. Skillfully overtaking cars on both sides without difficulty, ignoring the angry honking of horns as they were passed without permission. However, Axel didn't mind as long as he didn’t lose track of Aura!

The taxi driver drives Stanley to the supermarket, and he said, this Is the spot that I picked the woman" he said, "Are you sure?" Stanley asked, "I'm sure" the taxi driver retorted, "Is there any hospital In this area?" Stanley asked, "I'm not sure because I'm not from this area" the taxi driver explained, "Okay, no problems, I will find my way" Stanley said, and he gave him one hundred dollars to the taxi driver, and when he wanted to complain, Stanley lift his shirt up, and he asked, "what did you see here?"

I said, turning to the taxi driver, my voice quieter than I intended, “could you slow down a bit?” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, saw my expression, and silently obeyed. “Lexie?” Claire’s tone rose again, sharper this time. “Is that Robert, your driver?” “No,” I murmured, forcing my voice to stay even. “He left for vacation last night. I couldn’t reach Ram’s other driver, so I had to take a taxi.” The Chevrolet edged closer, its dark windows glinting under the sunlight. My breath caught when I finally saw who was inside.