It was not the sense that something had been there. It was the sense that something was still there, palpable but not visible. A sense (and now he th… - Lis Wiehl

There were three types of people in the world, Elizabeth believed. Some, like Cassidy, were naïve and full of ridiculous scruples that held them back from ever enjoying life. Others, like that Allison and Nicole, were phonies who pretended to care about others. And some—only a few—were like her. Strong enough to take what they could. And smart enough not to get caught.

In her head, Elizabeth called what she did 'The Game.' The rules were simple: to pretend to be whatever someone else needed until they gave you whatever you needed. After that, there were no rules. The Game was fair, at least to Elizabeth's way of thinking. Anyone could play it. In fact, she was sure most people were playing it; they just didn't like to admit it. Sure, there were a few losers and idiots, suckers who, for whatever reason, didn't mind getting played. And some people were so weak that they played poorly, basically inviting anyone to take advantage of them.

Be more than careful," he told her. "Be totally paranoid. Err on the side of caution.