I'M STARTING TO WORRY ABOUT THIS BLACK BOX OF DOOM

A comical road trip that may end in mass destruction.

Abbott Coburn drives his father’s Lincoln Navigator for Lyft and spends his free time in online chat groups. A young woman named Ether asks him to take her and her black box from Los Angeles to Washington, D.C., almost 3,000 miles out of his normal range. He wants to say no, but she doles out an incredible wad of cash to entice him. Money doesn’t matter that much to Abbott, but Ether reads his mind well and is quite persuasive: “What you're about to do,” she tells him, “this is every downtrodden schlub’s dream come true.” So off they go, but someone with a cellphone notices their cargo bearing a sticker that looks like a radiation symbol. No one knows what’s in the box, by the way; Ether is delivering it for someone else. But soon the rumors are “all over Twitter. The cops found nuclear material at a gas station.” Word spreads to internet chat groups that a dirty bomb will detonate in the nation's capital. The story bubbles over with quirky characters, like Tattoo Monster and a scary dude named Malort who chases Abbott and Ether because he wants the box. There’s retired FBI agent Joan Key, whose colleague is a “boxy LEGO figure of a man who had probably looked like an FBI agent in his mother's ultrasound.” A lot happens quickly: Chat rooms go nuts with gossip as the box progresses eastward. Along the way, Abbott and Ether are snagged into helping two women find a lost bunny named either Petey or Dumptruck, depending on which woman you talk to. But that’s the least of the problems as the story builds to a screwball, action-packed climax. Meanwhile, Abbott and Ether have some great conversations. He says he learned how to shave from the internet instead of from his father, while she makes insightful observations about the nature of friendship.

Wacky, thoughtful, and fun.