Abort: He Took a Different Turn

I drive Uber on the side after my 9–5. Nothing dramatic ever happens—drunk

college kids, airport runs, the occasional oversharer. So when I found a phone on my backseat

floor after a late-night ride, I didn’t think much of it. No lock screen notification.

No emergency contact. Just a cracked Android with 12% battery. I figured I’d turn it in the next day.

But as I pulled into my apartment lot, the phone buzzed. Unknown Contact:

Did he notice? I froze. I know I shouldn’t have, but curiosity won.

I opened the messages. There was a full conversation already there. Unknown: Driver

is male. Mid-30s. Blue jacket. Unknown: Route confirmed. Unknown: Wait for