“Hey! Do you know why I picked you up?”
The kid jerked awake. “Huh?”
“I’m no punk.”
“I picked you up because it’s really late, and I didn’t want to fall asleep at the wheel. I thought we could talk.”
The driver pulled over on the dirty thruway that straddled the worst part of town.
“Come on, man. At least get me out of here. They’ll kill me.”
The driver drew a nine-millimeter Beretta. “Trick or treat, kid, what do think I’ll do to you?”