(About 1000 words)
“Uber for Mark?” the handsome middle-aged passenger peeked through the front window. The driver took one look at him and almost fainted.
“You’re… you’re Mark Romero, right? Agent Mark Romero?”
Romero sighed. It had been fun at first, but now it was starting to get seriously annoying. Damn that Tina for convincing him to get on TV.
“That’s the one.”
If the driver could’ve jumped, he would have.
“Omigod, sir, big fan, sir, big fan—”
“Thanks, now, I need to—”
“The way you busted that coke ring, sir, saw it on TV sir, heroic, absolutely fantastic.”
“Yes, thank you, flattered; now listen to me—what’s your name?”
“Kevin, sir, at your service.” The man actually saluted.
“Look, Kevin, I have my nephew’s wedding to get to, now, and Juárez’s nearly three hours away. I’m running an hour late already, so I’ll make you a deal– you step on it, and I’ll tell you about that cocaine ring on the way. How does that sound?”
Kevin took a second to take the panicked man’s information in. “Very good, sir, very good. Hop in.”