I knew not to take a case that involved a teenager. They are always nothing but trouble. But I ignored my gut when Mark Jacobs walked into my office and hired me to find his daughter who had gone missing while at college. Masquerading as an eighteen-year-old isn't as easy as it sounds considering I'm in my thirties, but it was the only way to infiltrate the student body. With her aunt as my contact and enabler, I learned what I could...