First rule of pulling shit off: look ‘em in the eye and lie like hell.
Seventeen-year-old Sophie has lying down pat. She could write a textbook on How to Disappear. But this time Sophie pulls out all the stops—fake I.D., dyed eyes, no traceable Outer Edge credits. This time it’s permanent. She’s no longer Sophie, sister of the murdered toddler who walks with bloody feet through Sophie’s dreams. Daughter of the universe-famous inventor who blew his brains all over the wall. She’s an unattached drifter taking shit jobs piloting rust-bucket TUGs in the backwater of the universe.
But backwaters have a bad habit of washing up the unexpected. Like the crackerjack mechanic who sees through her disguise, or the stranger who knows more about Sophie’s past than he’s telling. Like how the killers want Sophie, too. She can keep running. Find another backwater. Live to see her next birthday. Or face the loss of everything she ever loved—and the ones responsible for it.
Last rule of standing ground? When all hell breaks loose, make sure that hell is you.