The Death of Mike Malloy

Hershey green gunned the motor some more and released the brake. The reverberation of the engine shook the taxi as the wheels spun momentarily, searching for something to grip on the icy street. In the street Murphy and Bastone held Malloy by his outstretched arms. Their legs were bent and their bodies wound tight as they prepared to jump clear at the last possible moment. But a woman happened to light a light in a window and they changed their minds.