Paying homage to Pulp Fiction in style and language, this is just as much as a why-dunnit as a who-dunnit. It is the ideal one-sitting, boredom-busting read for the airport lounge and other tedious journey settings. Definitely unputdownable!
'Look,' I said from my position on the floor of the back seat. 'You guys have made some kind of mistake.' I tried twisting around a bit, onto my side, so that I could at least get a glimpse of the bald man who was pressing down on my back with his boot. 'Shut the fuck up,' he said, looking at me. 'I'm just saying,' I said, 'I'm not the kind of guy anyone would be interested in. I don't mean you guys any harm. Who do you think I am? Some gang guy? A cop? I'm a teacher.' From the front seat, Blondie said, 'I fucking hated all my teachers. That's enough right there to get you capped.'