Cougar shifts to where he can sit on the edge of the bed again, expectantly as he stares at Jake, summoning him away with the slightest flick of his fingers. "My letters," he says. "Go find them." Specifically, he wants Jake to find the one where he'd talked about one of his deepest fantasies, of being held down by the wrists and taken apart until his control bled away from him.

"You will know the one. It talks about my wishes."