Be as blunt as you like:
The windscreen wipers sweeped angrily from side to side, battling each violent raindrop as the heavens continued to open on that wet, torrential evening in April 1996. Everyone had been expecting an early heatwave that bank holiday weekend and the evidence of that was clear as Tom Williams watched the young adults of the town stumble clumsily across the pebble stones in and out of the various bars on Epney Road, shielding their summer clothing with last minute umbrellas and holding jackets over their heads. He was amusingly reminiscing his own youth as Ruby Collier yanked open the door and threw herself down on the back seat with a grateful sigh. He had been a cab driver for 25 years at that point and knew every street within a 15 mile radius. So when she asked to be taken to North Street he knew exactly what route to take. She had been his eleventh passenger that night, a night that had been nothing out of the ordinary. Except it wasn't, twenty years later it still haunted him and he still hated the association. Hanging around his neck like an unwanted burden that refused to go away like a wasp buzzing around his head. Because he had been the last link in the chain. His name was forever tainted to that night. After he dropped Ruby Collier to her destination on the outside of a disused train station, nobody ever saw her again.