NOBODY'S ANGEL

A Chicago taxi driver who’s seen it all gets to see it all again, and then some, in a fast-moving thriller first published in 1996.

To the stand-by rules that govern cab driving in the Windy City—don’t go west, don’t go south, don’t go back, don’t go to Cabrini–Green—a new one has been added: Don’t pick up anyone who might be the person who killed three inner-city drivers and has now branched out to the suburbs with a fourth victim. The thing is, when he stops to pick up someone who’s flagged him down, night-shift cabbie Eddie Miles, who’s already got the jitters from the night he found teenage prostitute Relita Brown brutally stabbed in a deserted street and saved her life by calling the cops, never knows where any trip will take him. Maybe his passengers will throw up in his cab. Maybe they’ll try to stiff him for the fare. Maybe they’ll lead him to a tavern, where he’ll spend the hours till closing time drinking with strangers while his cab’s meter chugs along profitably in the parking lot. Maybe they’ll give him legal advice about renegotiating the ruinous divorce settlement that allowed his ex-wife to move to California with their daughter, whom he hasn’t seen for seven years. Maybe they’ll pull a gun on him and tell him his number’s up. Clark plots like a driver with tunnel vision who can’t see beyond the next curve, writes the clipped prose of a caffeine-fueled insomniac, and records every fare and tip, or lack thereof, with the precision of a bookkeeper.

Readers who know better than to worry about whodunit will hurtle from one seat-of-the-pants ride to the next.