It's 1 a.m. in Englewood, and Steve Wiedersberg's cab glides pastprostitutes under street lights and young men in the shadows as hethinks back about a year, when he pulled up to an abandoned buildingon a dark street and his fare started to get fidgety.
"I should have known something was up, but I was tired. Youknow, you get to working nights and you get tired. He puts a gun tomy head and a knife to my throat and says: `You know what time it is.Give me your money.' "
The $15 Wiedersberg had on him wasn't enough.
"I said to him: `A hero ain't nothing but a sandwich and I ain'tlying to you.' Then he told me we were going into an abandonedbuilding," …
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