What is the price of a ticket? For one man, it was his life. On the night of July thirtieth, two thousand eight, Greyhound bus one-one-seven-zero was a world of its own, a metal capsule moving through the vast, unblinking darkness of the Manitoba prairie. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of recycled air and quiet exhaustion. Against a window, twenty-two-year-old Tim McLean was asleep. H...
