55The car trunk smelled like mucous and blood covered by dust and lint. Osman’s only air came from a sliver opening beneath the duct tape that pressed his full nose against what felt like the back of his head. Each time he tried to inhale through his nostrils he swallowed snot. The tape over his mouth was so tight he could not force his lips apart to give his teeth a chance at it. At least they had put him in the trunk face up, though when they tossed him in one of his thumbs was broken. He wondered if he could dislocate his jaw so he might be able to loosen the tape around his mouth, but his face felt like a Picasso sketch. He gave up trying to shout due to an excruciating pain beneath his right ear where he had been pistol whipped. He tried to hear conversation from the car, but the voic
