Foreword

I thought that when I finished Chapter Eleven of Lost and Found that the story was over. I had played my part as the troubled hero, got the girl, made a new home and got a steady job.

There were no police breathing down my neck, and it wasn't too bad paying rent on a meager salary if I just budgeted things right. There were no consequences and all of my hardship was over and as I curled up against the love interest and said goodnight I really couldn't imagine things going any differently.

Sure, s**t wasn't [ever] easy, and there were alot of speed bumps and detours, and I even went off road a time or two, but waking up that next morning beside her, everything was coated in a deceptive brilliant finish that made even s**t sparkle.

I didn't realize until a few weeks later that things would only get harder for me. I had already saved Lost and Found and put it in my finished folder on my laptop, because it had a nice happy ending and I just thought that was how life was.

The thing is that there are always consequences, always secrets and dirty coincidences and someone is always gunning for you. Maybe I had cleared the first set of obstacles, but there were more to come.

In a sense, I was back where I started.