Caine carried the box outside where he hesitated. He had been planning to go to his bike, but the box wasn’t practical to carry on it. On top of that, he wasn’t familiar enough with the city to know where he had to go. After a moment of thought, he stepped toward the curb and hailed a taxi. It didn’t take long for one of the brightly colored vehicles to pull up, and he climbed in, sliding the box ahead of him.
“Where too?” the driver asked.
“The nearest post office,” Caine said.
The driver grunted, “Nearest? You don’t know which one?”
“I don’t live around here,” Caine grinned as the driver looked at him.
If the driver was surprised by his attire, he didn’t say so. Instead, he took out his phone to quickly check for an appropriate destination. Evidently, it wasn’t one he received ofte
