A few minutes later, my phone rang, it was the cops. He said if I did not come to them, they would come to me. Something REALLY BIG was going down and I was a material witness. I could tell it was urgent so I put my shoes on and headed for Tampa.
Earlier, I had picked up this middle aged black couple at the Boston grill. Their SUV had run out of gas and they needed to get to St Petersburg. I did find it strange they did not want to go to a gas station but people have their reason. I noticed the car had South Carolina plates. He said it was a rental. There were other problems and they called the rental company and a tow was on the way. We were on our way.
On the ride over, it became clear that they had just met the night before. They were not a couple. He said said he drove truck. Now, he says he from Tampa. This dude's story kept changing. Major Red Flags!
I dropped the girl off at a shit hole and now turned my attention to home boy.
"I need $100 or the ride stops now." I said.
Home boy hands me his car keys and a passport for collateral. I only want cash and I thought a passport was strange for a guy that did not look like a world traveler. I tell him no, and to get the fuck out of my cab (I love dumping garbage in another city).
The passport belonged to a dead man. The one he had killed and stole the car from in South Carolina. He had left the keys on the back seat and the cops were very glad to get them back. They asked me if I had opened the passport and I had not.
They had Home Boy in back of a cruiser. Seems he scammed an Uber driver with visions of cash to take him to the car, when he tried to remove items, the cops got him.
I filled out a witness statement and answered all their questions. I got the feeling something big was going on because I was there a couple hours and more cops and detective's kept showing up. Not a garden variety grand theft auto.
The best part was I could see Holmes in the back seat squirming. He knew he was facing life. Good. You deserve it asshole.
Glad you survived this.
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