"Are you desperate? You need money?" He ran his finger along the edge of his stack like a card shark. I looked away. He was right on both accounts, but I wasn't about to say so. "Of course I need the money, but I'm not desperate. I'm a cabbie. We're not millionaires. Now where are you goin? I'm not askin again." "You got an extra smoke?" "No." "You are desperate," he said, with that glare I'd already come to hate. "Tell me where you're goin or you can get out right here." "Wichita Kansas. There's an abandoned amusement park there called Joyland. Take me there," he said, without missing a beat. Quinn Jacob is a drug addicted taxi driver with no options, no money, and no destination. Rocky is a thief with no getaway car, no driver, and no time. In the gathering darkness of a perfect storm, can they trust each other, risk it all, and recreate themselves on the high-wire roads to Wichita?