RC.

Ch3 ........ h

On the way, I keep fiddling with my fingers. I'm nervous, annoyed, upset. Too much emotion at once!

Jake:"Should I open the windows a little, miss?"

T:"Yes... And please... can you call me by my first name?"

Jake:"I never call a client by his first name."

T:"What is it? A kind of code?"

Jake:"No, just a limit I set myself."

T:"Well, I'll call you by your first name even if you don't."

Jake:"As you wish, miss."

Jake really seems to be of those guys you just can't annoy. And yet, I can be rather good at that game.

I can't help but sigh folding my arms over my chest.

I catch a glimpse of his amused eyes in the rear view mirror.

T:"I can see you. Stop making fun."

His voice betrays his mocking tone as he answers.

Jake:"Sorry, I'll try to be more discreet in the future."

T:"Tell me, Jake... How come you knew my address that first time you took me home?"

He pauses an instant.

Jake:"Mr. Carter gave it to me."

T:"Carter... He's the type of person to know everything about everybody and who likes to be in control, right?"

Jake's look darkens.

Jake:"I'd rather not talk about Mr. Carter in his absence."

T:"What? Are you worried you'll get into trouble?"

Jake:"No. It's a matter of principle."

I see... Jake is the loyal and devoted type.

I wonder way he won't talk about Carter. You'd think he was afraid of him or that he has something to hide...

So I stay quiet and make do with watching the streets pass by. The big apple is calm at this time of night.

The calm before the storm...