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"I just never took you for a public library kind of girl," Jackson replied. He turned his attention to the front of the cab. "Is the library open yet, boss?"

"Should be by the time we get there," the man replied as he popped the car into drive and faded into the traffic next to them. Jackson slid back in the seat and reclined his head until he was looking directly at the ceiling of the cab. He sighed out a breath and closed his eyes. The lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him, and he felt sleep tugging at him.

*HONK, HONK*

Jackson jolted upright and his hand fell to the handle of the gun tucked in the waistband of his pants. "What happened," he almost shouted at the cabbie. The man's eyes shot to the rear view mirror.

"Fucker merged without so much as a goddamn blinker," the man shouted back. He rolled down the driver's side window as fast as the electric motor would allow him and hung his head out the window. "How about you watch where you're going, shitbag?!" The driver in front of them responded with a single middle finger held out from their own window. Jackson chuckled to himself and let his hand fall to the seat once more.

There was silence again, save for a few honks and some more angry shouting, this time all from outside the cab. Jackson turned his attention to Marloes. "I don't have a wife, by the way," he said. She turned her head, acknowledging him inquisitively. "You asked if I had a wife last night. Well, you kinda did. Me and Alexcis' mom never got married. She wasn't exactly the marrying type."