he thought of tamar in the back of that cab , her face hidden behind black hair , on her phone with someonegod knows whosomeone still awake at two oclock on a tuesday morning , ready and willing to meet up and capitalize on adams evening , to share a nightcap with the girl he ought to be with now , if only he had jumped in the back of that cab rather than stand there and gripe about work and the need for a little sleep .