"Pike glanced over at her again. "What's your name?" She took off her glasses and frowned at him as if he were retarded. "What are you talking about?" "What's your name?" "I don't get it. Is this some kind of game we're playing, truth or dare, what?" "Your name." "I don't get why you're asking my name." "What is it?" Her face flattened in frustration and she pulled at her shirt. "I'm hungry. When are you getting me something to eat?" "Name." "LARKIN CONNER BARKLEY! Jesus Christ, what's YOUR FUCKING NAME?" "Your father?" "CONNER BARKLEY! MY MOTHER IS DEAD! HER NAME WAS JANICE! I'M AN ONLY FUCKING CHILD! FUCK YOU!" Pike checked the rearview, then pointed at her purse on the floor under her feet. "License and credit cards." She snatched up her purse, dug out her wallet, and threw it at him. "Use the cards to buy me some lunch."