The anonymous message stayed on the screen long after Mia had finished reading it, and although the words were short, they carried enough weight to make my stomach tighten.
This is only the beginning.
I looked at Mia.
"Can you trace it?" I asked.
"I'm going to try." She said.
She pulled the keyboard toward herself and started working through the newspaper's contact information.
I watched her open several screens, check the article submission details, and compare timestamps.
"Whoever sent it knew how to hide themselves." She said.
"Can you still find them?" I asked.
"Maybe." She said as I grabbed my coffee and sat beside her.
"How?" I asked.
"The newspaper's system recorded the email address that submitted the information." She said and I leaned closer.
"What does it show?" I a
