Ulmer and Maara were sitting in the back of the taxi, and he recognized the driver. “Aren’t you the guy I met a few months back? Roger, right?”

“Yes, sir. I dropped you at Nelson’s home,” the driver, who was a young man in his early twenties replied. He was not stylish like Ulmer and looked very worn out right now, probably because he had been driving for many hours without resting. “I didn’t expect you to remember me. The 2000 dollars you gave me back then helped me a lot.”

“I’m glad the money