He got on the Trailways bus in Galbraith, North Dakota, booked all the way through to Spokane. But the Help Wanted sign at the diner in Cross Creek was calling his name. Soon, he had a job working the grill and a place to stay, and a new name to go with them. But what he didn’t have was peace of mind. Or a clear conscience. Or any memory at all of what he’d done the night before fleeing Galbraith. What he’d done to get the scratches on his wrists and the backs of his hands…

In this novella, Lawrence Block delivers a portrait of a troubled man trying to lay the ghosts of his past and make a new life for himself. But there are things you can’t run away from, and one of them is who you really are.