Remember how many lies we told, Molly? It’s enough to make my head spin. You were wild and free when we met, and I was completely fascinated by you. But now you’re gone. You’ve disappeared. And the police are asking questions. But don’t worry. I’ll find you. Somewhere in the story of us—of you and me and that immediate, intense connection we had—I’ll find the answers. I’ll find you. I’ve got places to look and a list of names. The police have suspects, too. But you and I know that’s another lie. There’s only one person they’re really looking at, Molly. And that’s me.