Identity. Would you believe me if I said I was watching it now? XD
She-whoever she was, he knew her last name was Kreutz-was staring at the money Jason had handed her wordlessly, biting her lip. She swore in German and looked up.
'I got enough trouble, OK?'
'OK. Can I have my money back?'
She didn't answer, still touching the bills silently. 'Get in the car,' she answered finally, swinging the door open and cramming inside.
He did the same, almost smiling in triumph when it started to move. He pretended not to notice the anxious looks she threw him, but his hand wandered instinctively to the door handle all the same.
'What's your name?'
He glanced up, surprised. 'Jason. You?'
'Marie.' She was frowning, gripping the wheel too tightly, he saw. 'You could rent a car for $10,000.'
He couldn't. Not with the probing questions, the papers he'd have to sign with a name he wasn't even sure was his.
He shrugged and looked away, concentrating on the fading sound of sirens in the distance.
He was glad when she didn't ask anything else.