"Hello? Are you there? Why aren't you speaking?" came the puzzled voice of my classmate over the phone.

The driver seemed to sense something was wrong and glanced at the rearview mirror hanging in the car.

Our eyes met in the mirror.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Like a predator preparing to hunt.

I nervously swallowed my saliva.

The current time is 8:15 in the evening.

Yesterday, at this very moment, the girl who went missing was violated and murdered inside this taxi.

Only a part of her body was found.

The killer is still at large.

So, if I were to lower my head and look down at my feet right now, would I see another part of her body hidden under the seat?