There's nothing like a woman. Beautiful, saintly, clever, plain. It doesn't necessarily matter. But a pernicious woman. One who spreads poison, who wrangles, who manipulates, who controls, who looms too large—that is a special kind of beast. And she's missing. When Smith and Beatrice go looking for her, they're faced with the question of whether it isn't better to fail. Maybe they don't want to be good at their work. Maybe they don't want to find her. Maybe they want to save those she torments rather than the missing woman.