Unconvinced by her plea, the man snatched Raeganâs phone over and demanded the password.
Raegan was caught off guard by the manâs shrewd move to transfer her money himself.
She relayed the password, but as soon as her phone unlocked, it vibrated with an incoming call.
It was Mitchel on the Line.
However, Raegan hadnât saved his contact, so it appeared as an anonymous string of numbers.
The man, flustered, attempted to dismiss the call.
Raegan protested, âDonât hang up!â
The man pressed the knife a bit more firmly against her, suspicion in his eyes.
âWhy not?â
âThatâs the driver of the taxi I had booked online.
If you end the call, itâll automatically notify the police.
â
The man was skeptical.
âYouâre trying to trick me?â
Raegan insisted, âI wouldnât dare! If youâre doubtful, just check at the app.
I did order a ride, and it includes an emergency alert feature.
Though the man had never personally booked a taxi online due to his profession in shady dealings, he was aware of such features.
He knew of someone who tried to rob a driver, only for the driver to alert the police covertly, leading to an immediate arrest before any money was even touched.
Eyeing the phone number, now suspicious of its unusual all-eights sequence, the man challenged Raegan again, his knife still threatening against her skin.
âWhy does this supposed driver number is all eights? Thatâs the kind of number someone would pay millions for!â
Raegan responded quickly, âItâs not a real number.
Drivers use virtual numbers for their calls, and they often look unusual.
â
She met his gaze, a mixture of fear and urgency in her eyes.
âYou havenât booked a taxi online before, have you? You could verify this with your friend if youâre unsure.
â
âs BunnyBookery Raegan wagered that such desperadoes wouldnât book taxi online, leaving behind a digital footprint.
So, she took a gamble and fabricated a story.
The man, unwilling to reveal any lack of knowledge, muttered a curse, âf@ck you! Who do you think youâre talking down to? Iâve used them before!â
To calm him down, Raegan offered, âLet me handle it.
Iâll just tell him the ride isnât needed anymore.
â
The man, not fully trusting Raegan, cautioned her with a slight nudge from his knife, âDonât even think about any funny business!â
Raegan gave a meek nod, signaling her agreement.
The man reluctantly hit the answer button, putting the call on speaker.
âHello,â boomed a deep, authoritative voice through the speaker.
Raegan felt a knot form in her stomach.
She took a hurried breath and managed to say, âIâm sorry, sir, but thereâs been a change of plans.
I wonât need the ride, thank you.
â
After saying those words, Raegan felt her heart racing, silently hoping that Mitchel would sense the seriousness in her tone.