The taxi pulled up to the curb and stopped with a jolt that made Liam's ribs protest immediately.
He leaned forward, one hand pressing lightly against his left side, and looked out the window at the building. Small storefront. Glass door. Black lettering on the window that read **Carter Consulting** in clean, professional font.
He pulled out his wallet and counted out two twenties, handing them through the partition to the driver.
The driver took the bills and stared at them for a moment. Then he turned around in his seat, his eyebrows raised.
"You serious?" the driver asked.
Liam blinked. "What?"
"This." The driver held up the two twenties. "Fare's eighteen bucks. You just gave me forty."
"Yeah. Keep the change."
The driver let out a low whistle and leaned back in his seat, shaking his head with a grin. "Man, if you're gonna be throwing money around like this, I don't mind picking you up every day. Hell, twice a day if you want."
