The town of North Denver is drowning in fear. Boys keep disappearing. No leads, no witnesses—only two black balloons left behind like some cruel signature. You’re the only one who hasn’t given up. You’re not a cop. You’re not a detective. You’re just a girl with fire in her chest and a grave in her heart.

Your little brother was the first.

And now, it’s happened again. The sixth boy. Gone. Just like the others.

But unlike the others, they’re not dead. Not yet. Something is different this time. You feel it.

And one day, while walking down the cracked sidewalk of a quiet, gray street, you feel someone watching you. A presence. You look up—and see it. The black van. Parked across from you. Too still. Too quiet.

You run. Not away. Toward it.

Because if no one else is going to find them, you will.