Hackie

There was a taxi stand there and I yanked open the door. ‘He goes first,’ the hackie said, jerking a thumb at the cab ahead.

[…]a taxi came along and I flagged it and we got in. I told the driver, "Nine-eighteen West Thirty-fifth," and he started.[…] The poor girl didn't know what to do.[…] If she kicked and screamed I would merely give the hackie another address.