Sarah's POV
Paige started clicking again, sounding like a hail of bullets against the keyboard. The sound was frantic, a mechanical staccato that mirrored the racing of my own heart. "Now I have to work twice as fast," Paige muttered, her voice strained. "I’m going to call the Sheriff and see what’s up. Maybe I can reach out and tell him what’s going on from our end before the narrative gets locked in."
There was a long, agonizing silence, punctuated only by the low hum of the cabin's heater and the distant whistle of the mountain wind. Then, more clicking—sharper this time. When Paige spoke again, her voice had gone ice-cold, the kind of cold that settles deep in your bones.
"s**t," she whispered. "He beat us to it. The system just updated... there’s an APB out. Liam, he’s flagged you
