I'm about 200 pages into this so I'm running late as usual:
"When the man opened his eyes, it was so dark that at first he thought they were still closed. So he tried again, but nothing changed. It was dark - a hot black stifling darkness that seemd to suck the breath out of him. He sensed movement, heard the whine of tires [sic]on pavement, but he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there."
The highway from Los Angeles to the Palm Springs desert is parched, unforgiving and deadly. In the suffocating stillness of a car boot, a man - his hands and mouth bound with tape - waits to learn his fate.
Ali Reynolds is travelling that same blistering, lonely highway. Just fired from her glamorous high profile anchorwoman job, Ali is returning to her hometown in Arizona to lick her wounds, shedding her old life and her old husband (the 'cheating rat') in the process. She's started a blog to help vent her feelings of betrayal: cutlooseblog.com