For six months, I got used to the fact that excessive worry about my sister only leads to constant quarrels. Leaving Hayley alone and giving her freedom from overprotection on my part, I completely immersed myself in work. After several months of silence, I was informed that the body of a young girl had been found in Ferndale, and in her things was my sister’s phone number. Dropping everything and taking a vacation, I rushed to a small town surrounded by mountains and buried in fog, located several hours away from Baltimore. They had never even heard of cordiality and friendly attitude towards tourists, and every third one directly hinted to me that I'm an unwanted guest. But I intend to stay and find my sister. I intend to find out where young girls disappear to. And who the hell is Hunter Baker, in whose eyes the moon burns like fire.