Makati Murder Mystery
Photo: I Lego NY by Christoph Newman in the Abstract City blog.
So I’m in a taxi on a sweltering Tuesday afternoon, crawling through the traffic on McKinley Road, and we stop at a red light. The driver opens the glove compartment and takes out a sheaf of papers. I don’t mean to look but I can read the print clearly over his shoulder. I wish I hadn’t looked because it’s a document issued by a Regional Trial Court. A warrant of arrest.
For Murder.
I straighten up in my seat. This is more interesting information than I’m used to reading in a taxi on a Tuesday afternoon. Also more disturbing information than one hopes to hear in a moving vehicle, even if it’s caught in traffic. Unless that’s the driver’s typing exam, someone has been killed, and the driver may have had something to do with it.
No, I’m not getting out of this cab, what am I, nuts? It’s hot, the traffic’s awful, try getting a cab on this street at this hour…
Emotional Weather Report, today in the Star.
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February 27th, 2009 at 02:27
If that warrant of arrest were for the driver, he would not be driving the taxi at all; he would have been arrested already and awaiting a trial.
That warrant is probably fake, for someone he knows, or being used to intimidate passengers, like you.
These days, cabs and trycicles are being driven by unsavory characters A relative called recently and related how she’d been “coaxed” into giving her last 1,000 pesos out of her marketing money by a pedicab driver. He drove her to a desolate area, started questioning her wet market purchasing habits: “kayo mayaman, may pambili ng pagkain, kami mahirap. Ako palaging hinuhuli ng pulis. Gusto ko umuwi sa probinsya pero wala akong pamasahe.”