My Seductive Passenger Is Dead

Summary

They say the night bus doesn’t just carry the living.

I didn't buy into that kind of urban legend. Not until I took the wheel for the graveyard shift.

A few months ago, my life was totaled—literally. I survived a wreck that left my skull fractured and my memory full of holes. I knew who I was—Mason, born in the Rust Belt, blue-collar roots—but the accident itself was a blank tape. I just knew it was bad.

After they cut me loose from the hospital, I was desperate for cash. That’s when I saw the flyer fluttering on a wet sidewalk: Transit Authority Driver Needed. Night Shift. Rural Route.