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308 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 20, 2013
I run my fingers over the top of my head. My long blonde hair is pulled back—to keep the hair out of my eyes while running, I guess. Curious, I smile at the water and am pleased to see that I’m an attractive girl. I have large blue eyes and perfect teeth. I’m not sure how old I am, though. I look young enough be a high school senior.Reader, I gave up after 10 pages. This might be a new low in my saga of DNFs.
The screen says Sia’s Playlist.WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I look down and pinch the soft Lycra material of my jogging outfit. Good thing the day is so warm because I’m wearing only a pair of skimpy shorts and a tiny top.It's just a few sentences, but to me, it feels like the equivalent of a shower scene in a movie. It's written in for gratuity.
omprehension dawns, and all the blood leaves my head in a rush. I start to shake. No matter what question I ask, the answers all point in one horrifying direction.
I have no idea who I am.

It’s a trio of teenage boys. They wear sleeveless tops and baggy shorts. The way they stroll toward me sends a chill down my spine.She's such a beautiful girl, and they have TATTOOED BICEPS. Que dangeroso! Is that a word? I don't know. I live in a fairly heavily Hispanic community and I took French in high school.
Finally, I learn where I am when I jog past a huge outdoor sports arena. Its big blue sign declares, The Los Angeles Dodgers welcome you to Dodger Stadium. Another sign informs me of the state—California, then. That explains the warm breeze and healthy rows of palm trees lining the street. Beyond all this, the air carries the salty tang of the sea.Dodgers Statium is fucking 15 miles from the beach. Even without the smog, you can't smell the fucking sea from a mile away in Los Angeles.
I look up into the dark eyes of a smiling man. He looks about ten years older than I am. He’s dressed in a smart suit with a clean shirt and tie, and his hair is combed neatly back.Even if he checks you out in a totally manner.
His eyes travel over my body, and I instinctively cross my arms over my chest.You know what your parents taught you about not taking candy from strangers?
“Well, it’s your lucky day. My name’s Bill, and I’d like to buy you a little supper.”But he's so handsome!
I glance back at him and swallow hard. He’s clean and handsome. His smile, bright under a thick black moustache, seems genuine.Surely it's safe to go into a car alone with him!
I eye the sidewalk skeptically, but Bill motions to his car. The shiny black Cadillac is parked behind the truck.I mean, he's got a young girl inside, who he claims it's his niece. It's not the equivalent of bribing a child into a a pedophile's car with a puppy or anything like that. And if he offers you an easy job making money despite knowing fucking nothing about you, WHY, IT'S NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL.
“Let’s eat there,” he says.
“And it doesn’t even matter that you don’t have an ID. You wouldn’t need any, and you could make over a hundred dollars a day. I even have a cheap room I could rent you. It’s nothing fancy, but it’d be a roof over your head.”Oh no. Nope nope nope. I am done.
“Yeah? That sounds awesome.”