Sun-baked Los Angeles. A stalled sedan. A man about to step out of his life. On the freeway, William “D-Fens” Foster wipes sweat from his brow as a cacophony of horns smears the air. The dashboard clock crawls past breakfast time. He opens the door, abandons his car, and with that single act, the day begins to tighten around him like a noose.
Foster is a laid-off defense worker, a man in a sho...
