Be yourself; everyone else is already taken - Oscar Wilde

The Rules of Riding Shotgun


For halfway-homeless N, there are rules that keep the world straight, rules to explain what's normal, and rules of riding shotgun in Triss' car. Cowed and caged by these restrictions, the only place N truly feels safe is beside Triss.


Even when there's a corpse stashed in the trunk of her car.


Six weeks ago things started going wrong. There was a party, there was a game, and there was a bet. It was supposed to be fun, but playing with people isn't like cards or poker chips. They have baggage. They get angry. They want revenge.


When Triss' betting partner, Jackson, ends up on the wrong side of dead, the careful laws that hold N's world together collapse like a wet deck of cards.


Triss, as the driver, is supposed to be in control, but when she starts to veer off course, N no longer feels safe. Last night when Jackson died, Triss was fine. Bagging the corpse and loading it into the trunk, she was fine. But today, she's not fine. Somewhere between her broken down car, dealing with her crazy divorced parents, and figuring out what to do with the corpse, Triss has slipped out of gear and is now coasting in neutral.


And there are no rules for that.


With Triss no longer steering, N has to stop riding shotgun, grab the wheel, and decide what's worse: breaking the rules that keep them safe, or breaking the rules that keep them together.