Nobody moved after Casey froze the image and the silence inside the underground room felt heavier than anything we’d experienced so far.
The face remained on the monitor. Watching, waiting and existing.
A ghost that apparently wasn’t dead. I stared at the identification badge hanging from the man’s shirt and tried to make sense of what I was seeing.
The federal contractor. The man from the hallway and the photos and the same man that had spent years watching me.
Casey leaned closer to the screen and then closer again.
His fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Trying to clean it up.” Casey said.
The image sharpened slightly. Not much but just enough.
The lettering on the badge became visible. Not perfectly but visible. My pulse started a
