He pointed to a folded newspaper under his dashboard. Police Shake-Up, tempted the headline. I was back in harness. The adrenaline of the chase needed no further stimulus. My tone was meant to be cynical, but such subtlety was lost on the cabbie.
Picture s in the paper.
I was surprised, but tried not to show it. There I was, smiling from the bottom of the front page. I knew the photo well. It dated from twenty years ago. I pulled my face into neutral.