The Passenger

by Lisa Lutz

“I have one more favor I need to ask of you.” “What?” “Don’t try to kill me.”

I had just taken over the identity of a felon, with the murder weapon sitting right in my glove compartment.

was this just some long con that Blue had figured from the moment she laid eyes on my foolish soul at May’s Well?

A wink is a difficult gesture to master and yet practiced by volumes of men who lack the panache to pull it off.

You can never see anything clearly when you’re running.

I could always feel a cactus resting softly on my neck when he looked my way.

“You got a name?” I lowered the paper and looked him dead in the eye. “As a matter of fact, I do not.” This had to be one of the greatest conversation stoppers that ever was.

My best guess was that Paige was the unnamed girlfriend of the dead son,

Many young girls make that mistake at one time or another—they lose themselves in a boy.