Don't Hold Your Breath

"What's your name?"
I jumped at the sudden question and looked at him. He gave me an impatient look.
"Well come on, you can talk can't you?"
I opened my mouth and prayed to God that my voice would work for me.
"Indigo." He gave me another look, eyebrows raised. I grimaced realizing he wanted my full name. "Havenfield."
He nodded and turned back to looking out the window. I felt there was more to that question then just so he knew what to call me, but right now I didn't worry about that.
"You're that thief, from the news?" I asked him hesitantly, not sure if it was okay for me to ask questions or not.
This time I was sure I saw a hint of a smirk before he nodded.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Are you going to let me go?"
He scowled slightly and his hand twitched on the steering wheel.
"I wouldn't hold your breath."