#elsewhere

and on! 🙂

Driving a while, Frank says "Cards on the table?"

"Yeah?" Conrad huffs. Still irked at the detour

"I'm taking the heart to the one that needs it in Philly. Happy to work with you on that; you can jump out, I'll stop for a moment, whatever you want. You're not leaving this cab with that heart, though."

"You son of a bitch!" He snaps realizing he's been had, "You're robbing me?"

"Nope. It wasn't yours to begin with and I'm not charging you. You get to make up whatever story for your crime boss. "

"He'll have me killed" Alarm

"Depends on the story you tell. And, to be honest, better you than an innocent child."

"Shit... " He looks about, growing desperate. He eyes the moving road, hand going for the cooler as they drive

"Don't touch it."

He looks up at the much, MUCH bigger man

and reaches for, not the cooler, but his pocket. Frank suspects the guy is going to try to pull a knife