No one wants me to tell you about the disappearance of Sloane Sullivan. Not the lawyers or the cops. Not her friends or family. Not even the boy who loved her more than anyone. And most certainly not the United States Marshals Service. You know, the people who run the witness protection program or, as it's officially called, the Witness Security Program? Yeah, the WITSEC folks definitely don't want me talking to you. But I don't care. I have to tell someone. If I don't, you'll never know how completely wrong things can go. How a single decision can change everything. How, when it really comes down to it, you can't trust anyone. Not even yourself. You have to understand, so it won't happen to you next. Because you never know when the person sitting next to you isn't who they claim to be...and because there are worse things than disappearing

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