A man wakes up naked and cold, half-drowned on an abandoned
beach. The only sign of life for miles is an empty BMW.
Inside the expensive car he finds clothes that fit
perfectly, shoes for his tattered feet, a Rolex, and a bank
envelope stuffed with cash and an auto registration in the
name of Daniel Hayes, resident of Malibu, California. None of it is familiar. What is he doing here? How did he get into the ocean? Is he
Daniel Hayes,
and if so, why doesn’t he remember? While he searches for
answers, the world
searches for him—beginning with the police that kick in the
door of his dingy
motel, with guns drawn. Lost, alone, and on the run, the man
who might be
Daniel Hayes flees into the night. All he remembers is a woman’s face, so he sets off for the
only place he might
find her. The fantasy of her becomes his home, his world,
his hope. And maybe,
just maybe, the way back to himself. But that raises the most chilling question of all: What will
he find when he gets
there?
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