The last passenger of the night looked nervous.
He kept looking over his shoulder while getting into my taxi.
“Just drive,” he said quickly.
Halfway through the ride he suddenly pulled something from his jacket.
“Stop the car,” he whispered.
My stomach dropped.
A knife.
The street was empty.
No cars.
No people.
I slowly stopped the taxi.
“Give me the money,” he said.
My hands were shaking while reaching for my wallet.
Then suddenly…
A police siren echoed down the street.
The man froze.
He looked behind us.
Then back at me.
His voice changed completely.
“Drive,” he whispered again.
“Now.”
But this time…
It wasn’t fear in his voice.
It was panic.
And when the police car passed us…
The officer inside looked straight at the passenger.
Like he recognized him.
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The moment the police car passed us…
The man sank into his seat.
“Just keep driving,” he said.
But two blocks later flashing lights appeared behind us.
The police pulled us over.
The officer walked to the passenger door.
The moment he opened it…
The man tried to run.
He didn’t make it far.
They caught him immediately.
Later the officer explained everything.
The man wasn’t just a robber.
He had escaped earlier that evening after robbing another store.
And he had chosen the first taxi he saw…
Mine.
If that police car hadn’t passed us at that exact moment…
The night could have ended very differently.
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