(ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH) -- On a recent Saturday night, two women in their early 20s called an Uber from Ballpark Village in downtown St. Louis.
Within minutes “Jason” arrived driving a black Chevrolet Silverado. They climbed into the pickup’s back seat, illuminated by purple lights.
The driver, a bearded man in his 30s, was friendly. The women asked where he went to high school. They joked about friends they were going to meet at a bar across town.
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