It's not what it sounds like, though. Just a nickname from when we were little kids. We were at Gap Lake-the deepest in the mountains, and our favorite swimming hole. it was a hot, dry summer afternoon like every other one. And we knew to be careful. When you live in a small California forest town, you know more than you ever want to about wild-fire. But that day there was wind, We didn't mean to do it. But we did. And now one of the monsters is missing and everyone's eyes are on us. This could ruin us. So we did what we had to do. We lied. And we have to keep lying. Telling the truth won't erase the past. We can't crack. Sometimes good people do bad things. And if there's one thing people hate, it's liars.