He silently waited... and after what seemed like an hour, she exited the bar. He saw her from across the street; fair, beautiful, hair flowing in the evening breeze. Starting up the engine he pulled up the taxi. Commandeering the vehicle had proven easier than he anticipated; the cab's real owner lying knocked out in the alley around the corner.
He pulled the car right up to where she was standing. Getting out he tilted his cap down, and adjusted his fake beard. In a gruff voice he said, "Cab for you ma'am?" Opening the passenger door he stood right next to her and in all the commotion slipped his fingers into her purse and lifted the Win.
Before she had a chance to get in the cab, he grinned, pulled the hat off and waved before bolting full speed down the block.