I stepped over to the drugstore next to the cab company and bought a single cigar and some matches. I lit the cigar and pushed open the door to the cab company like I owned the place.
"My dear!" I said, blowing a wisp of cigar smoke into the air. "I hope you can help me, gaddangit, because I'm in a bit of a pickle! My name is Jacob Randall and I'm an executive over at Paradigm Pictures. One of our screenwriters used your cab yesterday and left a script he was working on in there."
Her eyes slowly widened...