While we waited for the photos to develop I stepped over to the phone and called a cab. I collected Kerri and the photos and we exited the arcade and made our way off the pier and onto the street.
The cab pulled up to the corner. I helped Kerri in and then climbed in beside her. The driver was looking across the street as some concerned citizens were helping our former cab driver out of the trunk of his taxi.
The driver looked nervous as I said, "This is a rough neighborhood, pal. What's say we make tracks, huh?"