The Pitts' case seemed like a routine agency assist: a missing person case for a seventeen year old boy. The case was supposed to be something that would help get his mind off of his injuries. It was supposed be something that would distract him from what had happened. It was supposed to be a test. But the Pitts' case was anything but routine. "There are things you should not know." Wendy had said in that strange singsong voice of hers. Things nobody should know. Or witness. As the case unfolded, James' sanity began to unravel. He was seeing things. Hearing things. Horrifying things. And,...