He did not doubt but what his crabby passenger would do as he threatened. He was just the type. Moore, already only half sold on him, would certainly count this as a mark against him. Would it lose him his job? Well, for one thing he would prevent himself from being stopped by the first cop that spotted him. He reached out and snapped up the "Out of Order" sign into place. The 'bus wasn't out of order. A little the worse for wear maybe, but able to navigate. He would finish out the day with her and, if he was still in the employ of Moore when he quit that night, he would either repair her or demand a new car.
He turned into a side street and drew up beside the Hotel Envoy, with two taxis already ahead of him.
