It is a hoarse whisper over a crackling cell phone – “Angel” – and then the connection is lost. Angel is convinced that the voice belongs to his beautiful and enigmatic neighbor, Angela – and that she is terrified for her life. He paces the floor, waiting for the phone to ring again, calls the police, searches her apartment, but there is no trace of her anywhere, not for days. So begins a haunted man’s quest to uncover what happened to the woman he has fallen in love with. Only now does he realize that he knows nearly nothing about her. Angel has his secrets, too. He is the son of one of Hollywood’s most successful movie producers, but he has turned away from that bright and power-ridden world. Instead, he leads a cloistered existence, nursing an unfinished screenplay as Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner loops ceaselessly in his darkened apartment. But now, for the first time in years, because of Angela’s sudden disappearance, Angel is propelled into action. Following the few clues he has gathered about her, he trails Angela through the hard glitter of Los Angeles days and nights. With every new piece of knowledge arrives another question and an even more chilling possibility: Did he merely imagine Angela? Is someone deliberately leading him? Is the phantom he is pursuing the very fear he has been running from? In the murky underworld beneath the bright surface of Los Angeles, everything he knew about her – and himself – begins to unravel. In this city of secrets that aren’t meant to be told and people who aren’t meant to be found, Angel may soon discover that the most dangerous lies of all are the ones you tell yourself.