An eight year old boy goes missing from his home without a trace. The police have no leads and eventually turn their sights on the boy's mother. Desperate, the parents hire private investigator Ethan McCormick. Until now, Ethan has found his new career dull and uneventful. He takes the case and follows the trail of murder and deceit. He finds the truth about the boy's disappearance is darker than he could have ever possibly imagined.
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A cold breeze blew past the couch, ruffling the blanket. Desmond rolled his eyes and pulled the blanket down. Without sitting up, he glanced around the room. The television was no longer on, which he thought was odd. He was well aware of the sleep timer function but was positive he had not used it. He hardly ever did.
Then he spotted the living room door, it was wide open. He stared at it for several seconds, as if he could will it to shut on its own. All sorts of thoughts roamed through his mind. Did Mom go outside? Did Dad come home early? Had the wind forced it open? None of them made any sense.
Like an atomic bomb, the thought of the featureless white face exploded into his mind. Fear gripped ever fiber in his body and he tried to sit up. But something black shot out of the darkness and wrapped around his mouth. It pushed him back down to the pillow with great force.
Slowly, over the back on the couch, the featureless face appeared. It stared down at him, never blinking. Try as he might, Desmond could not scream. The hand over his mouth held too tight. He struggled to break free, but another hand appeared from the darkness, pressing on his chest.
Everything happened very quickly. The white-faced intruder hauled him up into the air, never once pulling a hand from Desmond’s mouth. A sharp prick broke the skin on his neck and he began to feel groggy. Something was slipped over his head, but it did not matter. Desmond fell fast asleep.