How To Rescue Children That Don't Exist

Tristan Evans is a ten year old boy.
At this moment in time, he is missing.

There is not a person in England who hasn't heard of the missing Tristan, or seen a picture of the mousey haired boy with grey eyes. Unfortunately, since he disappeared, no-one has seen Tristan.
That is, except for one person:

Me.

I know where the boy is. I know he is alive, and that he is safe. In normal circumstances, this might make me a national hero. However, these are not normal circumstances and as such, normal rules do not apply.

One of those rules is that I'm not allowed to tell anyone that I know he is alive. If I do, no-one will ever see him again.

In other words, he is a hostage. And, somehow, I've gotten stuck in the middle, between the parents who understandably want him back and between those who will keep Tristan locked away until their demands are met. And let me tell you this: it's much harder to negotiate when you're not allowed to mention what you're negotiating for.
And it's even harder when you're not sure what you're negotiating for.

Hello, my name is Beige, and I'm in hell.

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Debut book by S.C., published by Dim Pixel Books.