- Everyone needs a hero. Detective Molly Masters is telling me this. - The world needs a defender who can stand up for it. The only thing I want to talk to Molly Masters about is how I wanted to make her scream my name, while while I press her against the wall, slide my hand along her thigh and my wildest fantasies become reality. “Someone who will fight injustice,” she continues. I will fight whatever you want, dear. Just come a little closer. “Someone who will stand firm in the face of adversity,” she says. I can do this standing, sitting or lying down. I don't care, you know? - Someone who believes in the value of doing good. I believe in the value of myself, honey, because I am Lincoln Wade. A jaded genius, filthy rich, violent and thirsty for revenge. And Molly Masters is wrong about me. She sees me as a superhero who can cleanse Cathedral City of scum, dirt and corruption. But I am not the hero she is looking for. I am the dark place where all her good intentions are hidden. So be careful what you wish for, Molly Masters. Because that they can come true.