“He used icy hands to touch my face. and declared, “Lisa, you’re mine.” My document. My misplaced gem.
Detective Sims realized that there had been no accident involving the young archivist. A crazy man had taken her and held her in the dark like a living specimen.
Her return was an escape from imprisonment rather than a rescue from the woods.
The search for “Him,” the monster beneath the Superstition Mountains who thought a human life could be filed away, had only just begun.
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