Sarah heard the shouting before she saw the man approaching. She was still trying to decide whether to attempt another emergency call when she noticed the taxi driver's sudden change in behavior. He straightened in his seat, tightened his grip around the steering wheel, and muttered something under his breath that she couldn't quite make out.
Curious and increasingly anxious, Sarah looked through the windshield. A man was making his way between the stranded vehicles toward their taxi. He wore a dark jacket and fingerless gloves, and his hair was cut close to his scalp. A thin scar ran from his left temple toward his ear, giving his otherwise ordinary face a rough appearance. Unlike the masked leader, he showed little interest in concealing his identity. He looked impatient as he shoved a man away from a sedan, barked an order at another criminal, and continued toward them without slowing down.
Sarah's stomach tightened. "Lock the doors," she whispered.
