The man with the red jacket and the thick beard stopped the white taxi that ran along 24th Street in the big city. The car stopped and the man entered immediately. Inside the car, he gave the address to the taxi driver, who looked at him suspiciously through the rear-view mirror. The man in the red jacket pulled out a cell phone and called. No one answered him, so he looked out the window, as the night was a dark sheet that covered everything. It was already midnight. As agreed, he would arrive at the meeting place at 12:30. He quickly dialed again and on the other side he heard: Hello!

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"It's me," said the man in the jacket. I did the job. No doubt the guy had a better life. It's no longer an obstacle to you or the organization's plans. I kept my end of the bargain and I hope you keep your end of the bargain. I need to collect that money as soon as possible. I hope it's in 100 bills and a leather briefcase. I don't want betrayals. I'll be there in half an hour. I will have a red jacket. No one is supposed to know about this. After this call, you should erase my number and you won't need my services again.

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When the man in the red jacket turned off his cell phone, he returned to his thoughts. This would be his last job. His weeping wife had asked him not to do that work any more; kneeling she begged him. He feared for his life. But he had told her that they needed that money for the operation of their only son. The last test had been conclusive and discouraging: leukemia. So when a former client looked for him and offered him the job, he did not hesitate, especially because of the large amount of money he would be paid. What he would receive would not only serve to operate on his son, but would also allow him to take a long rest. His wife had asked for it and he had no arguments to say no. He was so involved in these thoughts that he did not realize that the taxi driver was looking at him insistently in the rear-view mirror. Nor did he realize that the car was on the highway, far from the meeting place; nor that the taxi driver quickly pulled out a gun from under his seat and fired: once, twice, three times in the face.

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At 12:30, the taxi driver arrived in his white taxi at the meeting place. When he parked his car in the dark street and came out dressed in the red jacket, his legs were shaking. However, he walked firmly and safely to where two men were with a leather briefcase. The men looked at the man in the red jacket and gave him what they had agreed. They didn't wait for the man in the jacket to turn around, they got in the car and got out. In the middle of the darkness, the taxi driver, with the leather briefcase in his hand, took great steps towards his car. Once inside, he checked the briefcase: many 100 bills sorted into small packages. He closed the case frantically and pressed the accelerator. That night he would come home and tell his wife to celebrate. Maybe he would make a trip with the whole family, the one his wife had always asked for, and maybe he could quit the cab job that was so dangerous. As a taxi driver he would always meet thugs or criminals with whom he would have learned to kill.

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