The driver raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard.

After a pause, he replied, If youre not going there, youll still have to pay the full fare.

Just change the route.

Ill pay, Moss shot back, impatience rising.

He pulled out a thick stack of cash to show it to the driver.

Hurry up.

Ive got something important to do.

When the driver saw the stack of bills, his eyes lit up.

Just then, Moss said, Take me to the train station.

At the north entrance of the train station.

Moss, cradling Melon in his arms, hopped out of the car in a hurry.

trailed behind,

stroller and

N G E L A s L I B R A R Y In a flurry of

was thin,

for his fare, ready to hand the rest back to

when he glanced up, he saw Moss already pushing the stroller toward the entrance, walking

Sir! Your money! the driver called out, his voice

follow, but a security guard stopped him, telling him to move his car, cautioning

protests, the guard

the driver resorted to shouting

merely cast a backward glance before disappearing into the station, showing no

driver stood bewildered,

a sum?

thought jolted the

hurriedly scrutinized the

guard nudged him, his voice rising above the cacophony of car

your car! With no other choice, the driver returned to his car with the money and drove

exchanging his glasses for a pair of

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